At this moment, in a hidden Safe House somewhere in Britain, the Aurors who had just listened to the Wizard Lookout Station Broadcast dropped what they were doing and hurried over.
There was no helping it.
Lee Jordan had left them no room to choose in the Wizard Lookout Station Broadcast. He had directly revealed former Minister Scrimgeour's last words, while lavishly praising their supporters and putting on an air as though Voldemort was as good as dead.
At the same time, he reminded everyone, "Lord Voldemort has plenty of followers, but you probably don't know that the Aurors have been on our side all along. They only pretended to join Lord Voldemort, waiting for this day to deliver him a fatal blow."
Indeed!
No wonder the Aurors could not sit still. They had been given absolutely no room to maneuver.
If the Aurors were willing to fight Lord Voldemort alongside them, the stain of "defecting to the enemy" would be washed away at once, and everything could be blamed on their enduring humiliation while waiting for the right moment for the Great Battle.
It was hard to say how many Aurors would be willing to take part. Most elite wizards were rather selfish; no one wanted to go looking for death.
Yet they had still come.
The Temporary Stronghold Scrimgeour had provided for the Aurors was fairly secure. They also wanted to see whether that group truly had a way to kill Voldemort and bring this damned Wizarding War to a complete end.
But even after they had been there for a while, the person who had summoned them had yet to appear.
After some time, the Safe House door was finally pushed open from outside again. Kingsley, draped in a black cloak, entered alone, and the Aurors who