A Windfall of Credit-So Many People Can't All Die by My Hand

Moody, Frank, and Alice were among the very best Aurors. Neither their intelligence nor their social awareness was lacking, and after hearing Abufus's explanation, they quickly caught on.

If Aaron had killed so many Death Eaters and Acromantulas alone, there would be no shaking off his fearsome reputation.

But if the few of them had been present, then it would become Abufus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, leading the Phoenix Society's elite in a desperate battle against the Death Eaters and ultimately emerging victorious.

No matter what the truth was, the Magic World would place the credit on their heads. After all, no one would believe that a wizard under twenty could kill hundreds or even thousands of enemies.

Aaron would still gain some honor for taking part, but he would not draw nearly as much attention.

"So..." Frank's mouth twitched. "We just stood here, and even if we did nothing, we could still pick up a huge amount of credit for free?"

"It wasn't exactly nothing." Moody said awkwardly. "We did kill several dozen Acromantulas, even if that wasn't even a fraction of the total."

"Why does this feel so wrong?" Alice said sheepishly. "He did all the work himself, and it feels like all we had to do was cheer him on. How is that any different from getting something for nothing? I don't understand. What was he trying to achieve?"

"He doesn't care about fame or profit. He lacks neither. What he wants is to keep a low profile." Abufus guessed helplessly. "Aaron said he wanted to become Hogwarts's headmaster someday, but the Magic World would never allow someone with such a vicious reputation to become headmaster."

"Just because of that?" Moody asked incredulously.

"That's the only possibility I can think of." Abufus said gloomily. "In any