Unlike most Gryffindors, Albert never liked acting rashly. Even with the cheat that was his panel, he remained keenly aware of his own limits. He was not Harry Potter and had no protagonist's halo.
If ordinary people dared to act recklessly, without an author protecting them, they would ultimately become cannon fodder rather than one of the few success stories.
Besides, planning before acting was more like a wizard's way.
He had once tried sharing that idea with others, but most members of the Defense Association felt that plans could never keep up with changing circumstances and were often useless.
But Albert knew full well that they considered plans useless only because their so-called plans were usually a joke, and therefore naturally served no purpose.
Take this operation, for example. To plant a spy among the Death Eaters, Albert had spent several days scouting things out just to secure this opportunity.
No one would know who he was. No one knew what was happening now, and no one knew what exactly he intended to do.
Everything that happened next would also never have happened.
Looking at the middle-aged man frozen in place before him, Albert, disguised as Mr. Edus with Polyjuice Potion, said in a hoarse, even voice, "Don't get worked up, Bursde. When you joined the Death Eaters, you should have expected a day like this."
"I was forced into it," the middle-aged man argued agitatedly.
"If The Dark Lord found out, do you think he'd be very upset?"
Staring at the back of the man's head, Albert's mood immediately brightened once he confirmed that the fellow before him was no good person.
Bursde's face went blank with shock. Clearly, he had not expected to hear that.
Honestly, Albert rather liked dealing with villains, because then he did not