At that moment, in a secret safe house somewhere in England, the Aurors who had just listened to the Wizard Watchtower broadcast dropped whatever they were doing and rushed over.
There was no helping it.
Lee Jordan had left them no room to choose in the Wizard Watchtower broadcast. He had directly revealed former Minister Scrimgeour's final words, while lavishly praising their supporters and making it seem as though Voldemort was as good as dead.
At the same time, he reminded everyone, "Voldemort has many lackeys, but you probably don't know that the Aurors have been on our side all along. They only pretended to join Voldemort, waiting for this day to deal him a fatal blow."
Yeah!
No wonder the Aurors could not sit still. They had been given absolutely no room to maneuver.
If the Aurors were willing to fight The Dark Lord alongside them, the stain of "defecting to the enemy" would be immediately erased, and everything could be blamed on their having endured humiliation while waiting for the right moment for the final battle.
It was hard to say how many Aurors would be willing to take part. Most elite wizards were selfish, and no one wanted to volunteer to die.
But they had still come.
The temporary base Scrimgeour had provided for the Aurors was fairly secure. They also wanted to see whether that group truly had a way to kill Voldemort and bring this damned Wizarding War to an end.
Yet even after they had waited for a while, they still had not seen the person who had summoned them.
After some more time passed, the safe house door was finally pushed open from outside. Kingsley, clad in a black cloak, entered alone, and the Aurors who heard the movement immediately stopped whispering among