"They were all brutally killed by Death Eaters outside the Shelter. Why was there no one at the time...?"
"Isn't that normal? The wizards of the British magical world haven't erupted yet because too few people have died in this Wizarding War. Otherwise, how could everyone tolerate the Death Eaters running wild like this? They would have picked up their wands and fought them long ago."
Listening to the latest news on the Wizard Lookout Station Broadcast, Kenneth could not help speaking up in response to the doubts of those around him, who could barely be considered colleagues.
"Too few people have died?"
Those words truly struck a nerve.
Several people around him stared at Kenneth in shock, glaring at him with furious looks that seemed to say, How could you say that?
"It's perfectly normal for people to die in a war. Can it still be called a war if no one dies? That would just be a brawl. Sometimes people even get killed in brawls." Kenneth felt that these people being so naive was, as expected, all Albert's fault. "Albert has protected you too well. If we had people dying as often as the Order of the Phoenix, I reckon you wouldn't be wearing those damned expressions now."
"Do people in the Order of the Phoenix die often?" someone asked curiously.
"More than half the current Order of the Phoenix members are named Weasley. What do you think?" Kenneth's meaning could not have been clearer.
"The Defence Association isn't the Order of the Phoenix."
"Exactly, which is why there are so many Little Cute Ones."
Kenneth looked around at the people nearby and continued, "I remember Albert once said something like this: either erupt in despair, or perish in despair."
"The British magical world is gradually heading toward