Few people, aside from a handful of psychopaths, truly enjoyed killing.
Aberforth was naturally no exception.
Fortunately, most of the work of finishing off the enemy had been done by Nelson Tobin.
To be honest, Aberforth sympathized with the young man before him. Just how deeply ingrained did one's hatred have to be to turn a young lad into what he was now?
But there was nothing he could do, nor would he be foolish enough to urge the other man to let go of his hatred.
"Have you thought about what you'll do after the war ends?" The old man did his best to show his goodwill.
"I have." Nelson Tobin nodded seriously. "Mr. Anderson asked me something similar before."
"It's good that you have." Aberforth was quite relieved.
"I hope to become an Auror who hunts Dark wizards."
Nelson Tobin waved his wand, binding the corpses at his feet together with ropes. Then he used the Levitation Charm to move them toward the Protective Barrier, preparing to destroy the eyesores completely.
"I'll make those Death Eaters who were lucky enough to survive this Wizarding War pay the price."
The expression on Aberforth's face froze completely. After a deep sigh, he suddenly understood why Albert had sent Nelson Tobin here to help.
This one was beyond saving! Perhaps one day, when Nelson Tobin truly grew tired of killing, he would stop and consider what he ought to do.
Aberforth did not dwell on it any further, because he had more pressing matters to handle. After turning to look at the surrounding Aurors, he began discussing the next plan.
"I think you've all noticed that Voldemort's main force is not here, nor will it appear here. At most, what we need to deal with... is a bunch of insignificant Dark