Back when he was still an Auror a few years ago, Kingsley would have hesitated again and again before using the Imperius Curse, let alone more destructive Dark Magic. Much less using someone else as a weapon to kill and deliberately provoking a massacre like this.
When had they stopped being so wary of doing such things?
"This war really has changed a lot!"
Kingsley sighed softly and stopped dwelling on it.
"No one wants it to be this way."
Lupin understood Kingsley's feelings well. Yet, ironically, he had no right to complain about this Wizarding War, because so far, he was one of the few who had benefited from it.
After secretly using the Imperius Curse to control the Dark wizard who had set the fire, the two followed the original plan and let him serve his purpose. Whether he died in the process was none of their concern.
After all, considering the things he had done, he deserved to die.
He might as well do some good before he died.
After they returned, they told everyone about the situation outside, but no one was in high spirits. The wizarding world now felt unfamiliar and unsettling to them.
"Where's Harry?" Lupin suddenly asked.
"Moody's teaching them. Is something wrong?" Sirius could tell that his old friend seemed to have something he wanted to say.
"No, it's nothing." Lupin shook his head.
"You don't look like it's nothing." After pouring Lupin a glass of whiskey, Sirius turned to Kingsley. "Looks like things outside are really bad."
"Very bad. We saw Dark wizards destroying a Muggle tower with our own eyes." Kingsley took the whiskey and drained it in one gulp, then spoke of what they had just done.
"You don't actually sympathize with that guy, do you?" Sirius's expression was