Watching Albert get swallowed up by the crowd in the blink of an eye, Fred and the others listened to the complaints drifting from the room nearby, their faces full of undisguised schadenfreude. Albert should have been made to experience this himself long ago.
"Do you think Albert can handle them?"
Cedric looked at the packed crowd in the room and quietly asked his companions. Honestly, he hoped Albert could truly solve the problem and make life a little less difficult for everyone.
"It'll be hard. Put simply, this is a money problem, but the problem is that we don't have any money." Shanna was not optimistic. Nor did she like that crowd inside, who lacked even the slightest self-awareness. If it were up to her, they should be left to fend for themselves. Why do something so thankless and exhausting?
"Anyway, don't expect us to donate any more Galleons," George said, cutting off that possibility outright. "Our Galleons didn't appear out of thin air either."
"That lot are like three-year-olds. All they do is complain all day, and they don't know the first thing about gratitude." Fred had never found anyone so detestable.
Just keeping the Defense Association functioning normally was troublesome enough. After all, someone had to pay for the Association's supplies.
"Maybe they've spent the past decade living like dogs," Lee Jordan sneered venomously. He also could not understand why Albert had set this place up. There was no way they could help everyone. He was sure Albert knew that, and had anticipated things turning out this way.
That was why he had not wanted to come here.
"At least Albert saved them."
Cedric greatly admired Albert. He had saved these people; otherwise, many Muggle-born students would have been thrown into Azkaban. No one dared gamble that