Last night, the Order of the Phoenix had mobilized en masse, only to fall into Voldemort's ambush. By the following morning, the urgent news had reached Albert.
Albert had been a little bewildered when he first received the news. It really did not seem like something Voldemort would do. But on second thought, Voldemort had recently been... ahem. As long as one considered how poorly things had been going for Voldemort lately, it was not hard to understand why he hated the Order of the Phoenix and the Defence Association so much. There was nothing strange about him wanting to deal with the Order personally, especially when he had finally found an opportunity to bury them for good.
As for Mrs. Figg's information, Voldemort had probably found it in Mundungus's mind. It was rather impressive that Voldemort had taken action immediately.
Wait, something was wrong!
Could it be...?
Voldemort suspected there was a traitor among the senior Death Eaters, so this was likely a test to see whether there really was a traitor among his followers.
If that was true, someone would be in trouble next.
For some reason, Albert was in an unexpectedly good mood.
He truly did not like Snape, and he was more than happy to see the man suffer.
Still, that man's safety would be assured for the time being. Even if Voldemort had his suspicions, he would not move against him lightly.
Suspicion was only suspicion.
If killing Snape brought him no sufficient benefit, it would be a devastating loss.
Not only would it unsettle people's hearts, it would also cause a whole series of problems.
After all, under Albert's influence, the old guard among the Death Eaters had withered away.
After breakfast, Albert went to the Defence Association first and told Fred, George, and