With the Order of the Phoenix members joining in, preparations for the Christmas Feast at the Shelter went much faster than expected. By the time Albert finished talking with Harry, the hall had already been cleaned and moved on to the decorations. It looked no less impressive than the feast at Association Headquarters.
Sure enough, the more people there were, the livelier it became.
They should have held the Christmas Feast at the Shelter from the very beginning.
"Sir."
A slightly hoarse voice interrupted Albert's thoughts. When he turned his head, he saw a pale young man trying to speak to him.
"Tobin, what is it?"
Nelson Tobin.
Albert still remembered this unfortunate Muggle-born Slytherin student.
"Sir, I heard..."
"Yes." Albert looked into Nelson Tobin's eyes and nodded. "Just as you thought, we'll eventually have a fight with the Death Eaters."
"I want to take part," Nelson Tobin said firmly.
"Because you want revenge?"
Albert easily saw through his little thoughts.
"Yes."
"It seems you still haven't let go of your hatred."
"I believe hatred needs to be settled personally." Nelson Tobin's tone was incomparably resolute.
"Of course you can take part." Albert examined the young man before him again, a man blinded by hatred, and said softly, "As long as you're willing, no one will stop you. But you need to understand that it'll be a fight to the death. You could very well lose your life because of it. Death Eaters are more dangerous than you imagine."
"I'm not afraid."
"Maybe... forget it. Is there anything else?"
"I want to become stronger, more powerful. I've already learned everything in your Self-Defense Guide. I hope to learn more..."
"Knowing more spells doesn't necessarily make you stronger," Albert cut him off directly. "You need practice. Spar more with the other