Chapter 1537
With death staring them in the face, how did those Order of the Phoenix people still dare to launch an attack against them? This move undoubtedly made the Death Eaters, who believed victory was already within their grasp, feel deeply insulted.
In their meager minds, the Order of the Phoenix had never held any numerical advantage to begin with, and now the Death Eaters' three attack routes had drawn off even more of their manpower.
Outnumbered and outmatched, they ought to have been trembling like rats.
Yet these rats actually dared to bare their claws at cats. How could that not infuriate them?
However, what enraged the Death Eaters most was that, when dealing with these irritating rats, they held no advantage whatsoever. They had even fallen into a disadvantage, leaving the arrogant Death Eaters humiliated and furious.
Unfortunately, no amount of anger could help them.
There was no denying that those capable of becoming Death Eaters were no weaklings, but they had encountered enemies who had long been prepared. The outcome was obvious: they all paid the price, and died in particularly miserable fashion.
It could not be helped. Whether it was the Order of the Phoenix, the Defence Association, or even Dumbledore's Army, they had all been studying how to defeat enemies at the lowest possible cost. There was nothing wrong with using underhanded methods against Dark wizards.
Ambushes were undoubtedly one of the simplest methods. Especially after taking Felix Felicis, every one of them was excellent at seizing the right moment to deal enemies a fatal blow.
As for the possible damage to their reputations, hardly anyone truly cared. They were enemies fighting to the death; doing everything possible to kill the other side was only natural.
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