Aside from a few psychopaths, no one truly enjoyed killing.
Abforth was naturally no exception.
Fortunately, Nielsen Tobin had handled most of the work of finishing off their enemies.
To be honest, Abforth sympathized with the young man before him. How deep and unforgettable did his hatred have to be to turn a young man into what he was now?
But there was nothing Abforth could do, nor was he foolish enough to urge the other man to let go of his hatred.
"Have you ever thought about what you'll do after the war ends?" The old man did his best to show goodwill.
"I have." Nielsen Tobin nodded seriously. "Mr. Anderson once asked me something similar."
"It's good that you have." Abforth was quite relieved.
"I hope to become an Auror who hunts Dark Wizards."
Nielsen Tobin waved his wand, binding the corpses at his feet together with ropes. Then he used the Levitation Charm to move them toward the Protective Barrier, preparing to dispose of the bodies that were such an eyesore.
"To make those Death Eaters who survive this Wizarding War by sheer luck pay the price."
The expression on Abforth's face completely froze. After letting out a deep sigh, he suddenly understood why Albert had sent Nielsen Tobin here to help.
This one was beyond saving!
Perhaps one day, when Nielsen Tobin truly grew tired of killing, he would stop and think about what he ought to do.
Abforth did not dwell on it further, because he had more important matters to attend to. After shifting his gaze to the Aurors around him, he began discussing the next part of the plan.
"I think you've all noticed that Voldemort's main force isn't here at all, nor will it appear here. At most, we'll have to deal