"There's no need to make it sound so tragic. Things aren't as bad as you think."
Someone suddenly reached out and patted Neville on the shoulder, smiling as he reassured him. "Trust me, they're not as fragile as you think."
Neville turned toward the voice with a stunned expression and saw Nelson Tobin smiling at him.
Then, he understood everything.
"So our actual mission is to hold this overpass and create an opportunity for you?" Neville said something that most people present could not understand.
For some reason, Neville could not help but feel relieved, though he soon felt ashamed of his own cowardice.
"That's right. According to Mr. Anderson's assessment, we'd best take tonight's opportunity to wipe out the Werewolves charging over from the other side of the overpass."
Nelson Tobin spoke words that sent chills down everyone's spine, his tone as casual as if he were crushing a bunch of bugs.
"This counts as making a contribution to the entire magical world." Noticing everyone's expressions, Nielsen cleared his throat. "Under normal circumstances, finding these Werewolves who commit evil everywhere among the crowds wouldn't be easy. Besides, killing every evil Werewolf means working to prevent future tragedies!"
"You're right. This really is a good opportunity to get rid of the Werewolves. We'll deal with them." Susan took a deep breath and nodded. "We can't afford the cost of failure either. We have to win this Wizarding War!"
"I heard there's still a hard battle to fight after we're done here," Seamus suddenly said.
"That's right. The Dark Wizards still hiding out will launch a surprise attack on the castle, so let's deal with these Werewolves as quickly as possible."
Nelson Tobin was already struggling to conceal his killing intent. He had actually guessed why Albert had sent him here: