"They were all brutally killed by Death Eaters right outside the shelter. Why was there no one at the time..."
"Isn't that normal? The wizards of the British wizarding world haven't erupted yet because too few people have died in this Wizarding War. Otherwise, how could everyone tolerate the Death Eaters running rampant? They'd have picked up their wands and fought them long ago."
Listening to the latest news broadcast from the Wizard Watchtower, Kenneth could not help speaking up in response to the doubts of the people around him, who could barely be called his colleagues.
"Too few people have died?"
Those words truly struck a nerve.
The people around him all stared at Kenneth in surprise, glaring at him with furious looks that said, How could you say something like that?
"It's perfectly normal for people to die in war. What kind of war would it be if nobody died? That would just be a brawl. Sometimes people even die in brawls." Kenneth felt that this group was so naive—it really was all Albert's fault. "Albert has simply protected you too well. If we were like the Order of the Phoenix, with people dying all the time, I doubt you'd be wearing those damned expressions now."
"Do people in the Order of the Phoenix die often?" someone asked curiously.
"More than half the current members of the Order of the Phoenix are named Weasley. What do you think?" Kenneth's meaning could not have been clearer.
"The Defense Association isn't the Order of the Phoenix."
"Exactly. That's why there are so many little darlings here."
Kenneth swept his gaze across the group and continued, "I remember Albert once said something like this: if you don't break out in despair, then you perish in despair."
"The British wizarding world is