After the example set by the Thompson father and son, the newly rescued family members all settled down after learning the news.
Perhaps that was why so many people liked to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
Naturally, some doubted whether it was true, but they no longer had the courage to act rashly.
Even after Albert took the time to remove the Tracking Magic the Death Eaters had secretly left on them, most of the family members remained well-behaved. No one voiced any objections to staying in the Shelter.
After all, no one wanted to die.
One example involving the Thompson father and son was enough.
It could only be said that most people had to learn the hard way, but Albert could understand that.
Understanding them, however, did not mean Albert would clean up after them.
After soothing the Association members' emotions, Albert headed straight to the Meeting Room, not forgetting to summon the leaders of each group before he left.
"What are you thinking about?"
After placing a cup of coffee in front of Albert, Shanna sat down beside him with her notebook.
"Earlier, I was rather curious about how the location of the Association Headquarters had been exposed." Albert lifted his coffee and took a small sip. "I never expected it to be exposed in this way."
"That doesn't sound right. Shouldn't only a few people in the Association know the Headquarters' exact location?" Shanna was deeply confused. At the very least, she herself did not know where the Association Headquarters was.
"Yes, most members truly don't know where the Headquarters is. That was one of the safeguards I put in place. But there are only so many abandoned villages in Britain. As long as Lord Voldemort has half a brain, it wouldn't be difficult