Watching Albert get swallowed up by the crowd in the blink of an eye, Fred and the others listened to the complaints drifting from the room nearby, their faces full of barely concealed gloating. Albert should have been made to experience this himself long ago.
"Do you think Albert can sort them out?"
Cedric looked at the crowded room and quietly asked his companions. Honestly, he hoped Albert could truly solve the problem and make life less difficult for everyone.
"It'll be hard. Put simply, this is a money problem, and the problem is that we don't have any money." Shanna was not optimistic. She also disliked the people in that room, who lacked even the slightest self-awareness. If it were up to her, they should be left to fend for themselves. Why bother with something so thankless and exhausting?
"Anyway, don't expect us to donate any more Galleons." George directly shut down the idea of giving money. "Our little stash of Galleons didn't just appear out of thin air."
"That lot are like three-year-olds. All they do is complain all day, and they don't understand gratitude at all." Fred had never found anyone so unbearable.
Keeping the Defence Association running normally was troublesome enough already. After all, someone had to pay for the Association's supplies.
"Maybe they've spent the last ten-odd years living like dogs." Lee Jordan sneered venomously. He also could not understand why Albert had set this place up. There was no way they could help everyone. He was sure Albert knew that, and had anticipated this outcome long ago.
That was why he had not wanted to come here.
"At least Albert saved them."
Cedric greatly admired Albert. He had saved these people; otherwise, many Muggle-born students would have been thrown into Azkaban. No one dared