Watching the impostors lying dead and wounded ahead of them, the Death Eaters wore particularly complicated expressions. A few days ago, when Yaxley had proposed this at the meeting, many of the Death Eaters present had dismissed it with disdain. They had believed that as long as the Dark Lord acted personally, there would be no need to fear that Mudblood and his followers.
But judging by the current situation, it had undoubtedly been a very wise decision. Neither the Defense Association nor that damned Mudblood were opponents they could handle easily.
"Kill them all. Leave no one alive!"
Watching the people in the village still defending themselves against the barrage of Charms, Voldemort's expression turned especially grave. He knew very well that Yaxley's plan was not bad. Ordinary people caught in such a sudden ambush would surely have been thrown into disarray, suffering more than half their number killed or wounded.
Even he would have had to keep his distance in the face of a bombardment of Charms.
Yet those people's response had completely exceeded Voldemort's expectations. Not only had they not panicked, they had gathered together in an orderly fashion and directly raised a Magic Barrier to withstand the Death Eaters' relentless bombardment. It was simply unimaginable to them. Even the Ministry of Magic's most elite Aurors could not have remained as calm and composed as they had.
That was why Voldemort had resolved to kill them all, even though quite a few of them were pure-bloods.
He knew very well that even if Albert Anderson, that Mudblood, were killed, the odds of these people surrendering to him would be minuscule. Instead, they would become a major nuisance.
And nuisances should naturally be dealt with directly.
"Yes!"
The Death Eaters were somewhat surprised, but they quickly accepted the