Albert and the others' conversation in the tent quickly spread throughout Avalon as though it had grown wings.
Well, everyone now called the village they were building Avalon.
Mainly because most people were too lazy to come up with a name for the village, and the names they racked their brains to think of were all utterly ordinary. So Avalon was chosen by everyone, definitely not because Albert had named it.
"Avalon" was the ideal land from the legends of King Arthur.
Everyone hoped to turn this place into the ideal land in their hearts.
For that very reason, after Albert's words spread, the former members of the Defence Association who had finally figured out the bizarre situation naturally had no desire to be dragged into this dispute as cannon fodder for someone else.
Besides, as Albert put it, they were unwilling to even pay enough Galleons, so why should I sell my life for you? There was truly no sincerity at all.
In truth, the chaos mainly stemmed from the uneven distribution of interests within the Ministry of Magic, which had directly shattered everyone's worldview.
That was also the main reason the Ministry needed to divert everyone's attention and did not dare let the wider wizarding public learn the truth.
Many people did not mind fighting for ideals or beliefs, but being reduced to tools and cannon fodder in someone else's struggle for power was utterly revolting.
Anything involving political interests was mostly like that.
So, everyone had now chosen to sit back and watch the drama unfold.
They wanted to see whether things truly were as Albert had said, and what exactly Kingsley, whom they had once respected, was doing. Kingsley was gradually clearing out the pawns Voldemort had planted within the Ministry of Magic!
In any case,