The sudden bombshell had not only caught the members of the Order of the Phoenix off guard. The members of the Defense Association, now informed by Albert that the final battle with Voldemort was drawing near, were like students before their final exams, all nervous about the impending test.
Before the final battle arrived, people always held some expectations for it. But once it truly came, most were left with nothing but confusion, fear, and unease.
It was obviously impossible for none of the Association's members to be afraid of it. But Albert had made things clear to them from the very beginning. Even if someone truly wanted to withdraw, they had no face to bring it up, because from the moment they became members of the Defense Association, they had been swept along by the tide of the times.
Had they not spent so much time learning to use their wands and honing their combat skills so they could stand beside Harry Potter in the final battle and face Voldemort and his Death Eaters with him?
Inside the Defense Association headquarters' meeting room.
Albert looked around at the young wizards watching him eagerly and repeated what he had said before.
"The time for our final battle with The Dark Lord has come. It's time to end this Wizarding War."
"I know what you're worried about, but if we hold the initiative in our hands, our chances of victory will increase by at least twenty percent."
"Most people who know me understand that I never do anything unless I'm certain of it."
Hearing that, everyone relaxed considerably. It was the truth, after all. Since Albert had prepared so thoroughly, he naturally would not do something without confidence.
"This time, we'll shove The Dark Lord back into his coffin, nail the