With death staring them in the face, how did those Order of the Phoenix lot still dare launch an attack on them?
This move undoubtedly made the Death Eaters, who believed victory was within their grasp, feel gravely insulted.
In their narrow minds, the Order of the Phoenix had never held any advantage in numbers to begin with, and now they had been forced to divert a large number of people by the Death Eaters' three attack routes.
With too few people and insufficient strength, they should have been trembling like rats.
Yet those rats actually dared to bare their claws at the cats. How could that not enrage them?
However, what infuriated the Death Eaters most was that when dealing with those detestable rats, they actually held no advantage whatsoever and had even fallen into a disadvantageous position. The arrogant Death Eaters flew into a rage from humiliation.
Unfortunately, no amount of anger would help them.
There was no denying that none of those who could now become Death Eaters were weak, but they had encountered a group of enemies who had prepared for them long ago. The outcome was obvious: they all paid the price, and died in especially miserable fashion.
It could not be helped. Whether it was the Order of the Phoenix, the Defense Association, or even Dumbledore's Army, they had all been studying how to defeat their enemies at the smallest cost. There was nothing wrong with using underhanded methods against Dark Wizards.
And ambushes were undoubtedly one of the simplest methods. Especially after taking Liquid Luck, every one of them was good at seizing the right moment to deal the enemy a fatal blow.
As for the possible damage to their reputations, hardly anyone truly cared. They were fighting enemies to the death; trying