"Ah! If only Dumbledore had listened to more of your prophecies back then!"
Sensing the sorrow permeating the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, Moody let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
Ever since Dumbledore's death, everything had changed.
Bill and Fleur's wedding just now, in particular, had dealt everyone a crushing blow.
Only after losing Dumbledore had they suddenly realized that the world was no longer as friendly as it had been. The Order of the Phoenix could no longer continue fighting the Death Eaters as before either. When facing Voldemort, all they could do was flee in disarray.
Not even with the Ministry of Magic added to their side.
Scrimgeour had already proven that with his life.
The Order of the Phoenix now had no choice but to retreat across the board, secretly contending with the Death Eaters while privately protecting Harry.
It was not difficult to tell from Dumbledore's last words that Harry was the hope and key to defeating Lord Voldemort.
Moody was willing to trust Dumbledore, and he was willing to trust Harry too. But he also understood clearly that Harry, as he was now, simply could not shoulder the responsibility of fighting Voldemort. Mr. Anderson, on the other hand, was the best candidate.
Most Order of the Phoenix members had never hoped to gain anything from resisting Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. They merely wanted to wipe out Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters completely, restoring peace to the British magical world. That was all.
Now that Dumbledore was gone, no one in the Order of the Phoenix could take on that burden. If they did not want to suffer persecution at the hands of the Death Eaters, they needed a guide who could replace Dumbledore—and the man before them was a good choice.
Albert