Compared to Albert's indifferent reaction to the matter, the Defense Association was in an uproar again after learning the news.
This was no scheme by The Dark Lord to lure them in—it was clearly a declaration of war against everyone resisting The Dark Lord.
It was as though he were saying to them, If you've got the guts, come on. I'll be waiting right here.
That was precisely why everyone was holding in their anger, clenching their fists and wanting to charge straight in, beat those hateful schemes into submission.
Yet despite focusing on preparations for battle, they never received notice of a meeting, making many realize that Albert did not support them walking straight into the enemy's trap.
As a result, the atmosphere at the association headquarters became somewhat extreme. Many members believed they ought to do something instead of watching helplessly as the residents of a village were slaughtered.
Small groups could always be seen gathering together, indignantly discussing the matter.
It was hard to tell whether they were angered by the thought of those villagers dying innocent deaths, or disappointed at being unable to take part in the battle against the Death Eaters.
Without question, their earlier fantasy of chasing the enemy into their own trap and beating them down had vanished.
The association members of this period were all highly confident. Even knowing they might have to face Voldemort, they showed no fear or unease, nor did they consider it an unrealistic fantasy.
Voldemort would be handled by Albert, while they could go bully that bunch of hateful Death Eaters.
Unfortunately, their expectations were destined to be disappointed.
Kenneth looked at the several somewhat agitated members before him and shook his head. "If this operation were safe enough, Albert certainly wouldn't mind letting you take part.