Compared with the Celebration Feast held by the Defence Association afterward, the atmosphere on the Order of the Phoenix's side was considerably worse. They were holding a Temporary Meeting to discuss last night's Rescue Mission.
There was no helping it. George's use of the Portkey Albert had made to send those five family members away had still come as a huge shock to them.
Having experienced the First Wizarding War, the members of the Order of the Phoenix all knew perfectly well that they could not expect every wizard to bravely stand up against Lord Voldemort. But they had never imagined anyone could be as pathetic as those five family members. It had completely exceeded their expectations and left everyone who had gone to rescue them feeling deeply uncomfortable.
"That's the reality. Those of you who lived through the First Wizarding War should know that better than anyone. Most wizards are unreliable. It's already good enough if they don't become our enemies." Moody was deeply dissatisfied with the oppressive atmosphere hanging over the room.
What those five had done had indeed affected everyone's mood, making them wonder: What exactly am I fighting so desperately to defeat Lord Voldemort and restore peace to the British magical world for? It certainly was not for that bunch of traitors, cowards, and fugitives. They were not worth it.
"You don't need to comfort us. What those people did was truly disgusting. To be honest, I even suspect they were under the Imperius Curse." Diggle looked utterly repulsed. "I don't think they were worth risking our lives to rescue. If I'd known what kind of people they were, I would have abandoned them outright."
"Enough, Diggle. They aren't fighters. You can't..."
"No one starts out as a fighter, Remus," Sirius cut in. "I'd wager that