"They even used Avada Kedavra."
Watching his own retreating back, Albert turned to look at Fred and the others as they finished off the thugs by stunning them. He shook his head with a helpless, self-mocking smile. "I never thought I'd become this hated too."
He had basically accomplished everything he had come here for tonight. Only that final ambush had caught him somewhat off guard.
Still, it was not a loss. After all, it had triggered a task.
Albert was not angry about it. He could kill with a borrowed knife; naturally, others could use one against him. There was nothing wrong with that.
This ambush had served as a reminder: no matter how formidable he was, he could still stumble in the gutter.
Although Dumbledore had already given him that reminder with his life, some lessons truly only sank in after experiencing them firsthand.
"Looks like my luck is pretty good."
Once he had calmed down, Albert glanced at the newly triggered task: Taking Out One's Anger.
"This Task Panel is even more eager for revenge than I am," he said with a self-deprecating chuckle.
By extracting the attacker's memories, Albert easily obtained what he wanted.
Tonight's attack had not been an accident. It had been premeditated.
A group of people coveting the enormous cake that was the Defence Against the Dark Arts field had joined forces, hoping to seize that lucrative prize by dealing with them.
So they had spent a large sum of Galleons to hire Lord Voldemort's lackeys to carry out the robbery. The Death Eaters happened to be planning revenge against the Ministry of Magic as well, and the two sides immediately hit it off and organized this operation.
However, something none of them had expected happened.
Little Malfoy, burdened with the task of