Unlike most Gryffindors, Albert had never liked acting rashly. Even with a cheat like the panel, he knew his own limits. He was not Harry Potter; he did not have the protagonist's plot armor.
If ordinary people dared to act recklessly, without an author protecting them, they would ultimately become cannon fodder rather than one of the few success stories.
Besides, planning before acting was more like what a wizard ought to do.
He had once tried sharing that idea with others, but most members of the Defence Association felt that plans could never keep up with changes and were often useless.
But Albert knew perfectly well that they only found plans useless because their so-called plans were usually a joke, and naturally served no purpose at all.
Take this operation, for example. To plant a spy among the Death Eaters, Albert had spent several days investigating just to earn this one opportunity.
No one would know who he was. No one knew what was happening now, and no one knew what exactly he intended to do.
Everything that happened next would also never have happened.
Looking at the middle-aged man frozen before him and unable to move, Albert, disguised as Mr. Ades with Polyjuice Potion, said in a hoarse, even voice, "Don't get excited, Bosted. When you joined the Death Eaters, you should have expected that this day would come."
"I was forced into it," the middle-aged man argued agitatedly.
"If Lord Voldemort found out, do you think he'd be very upset?"
Staring at the back of the middle-aged man's head, Albert's mood immediately improved once he confirmed that the man before him was no good person.
Bosted looked stunned at those words, clearly not expecting to hear them.
Honestly, Albert rather liked villains, because it meant he did