The sudden bombshell had left more than just the members of the Order of the Phoenix at a loss. The members of the Defence Association, having learned from Albert that the final battle against Voldemort was drawing near, were now like students before their Final Exam, anxious about the coming test.
Before the final battle arrived, people always harbored a certain degree of anticipation for it. But once it truly came, most were left with nothing but confusion, panic, and unease.
It was obviously impossible that none of the Association's members were afraid. But Albert had made things clear to them from the very beginning. Even if someone truly wanted to quit, they no longer had the nerve to say so. From the moment they became members of the Defence Association, they had been swept along by the tide of the times.
They had spent so much time studying wandwork and honing their combat skills precisely so that, in the Great Battle, they could stand beside Harry Potter and face Voldemort and his Death Eaters with him.
Inside the Meeting Room at the Defence Association Headquarters.
Albert looked around at the young wizards watching him eagerly and repeated what he had said before.
"The time has come for our final battle with Lord Voldemort. It is time to end this Wizarding War."
"I know what you are worried about, but if we keep the initiative in our hands, our chances of victory will rise by at least twenty percent."
"Most people who know me understand that I never do anything unless I am certain of it."
Hearing this, everyone suddenly felt much more at ease. It was true—since Albert had made thorough preparations, he naturally would not do anything without confidence.
"This time, we will shove Lord Voldemort back into