Harry's words made everyone frown as they recalled what had happened during the last Full Moon.
"Will there really be a large number of werewolves?" someone suddenly raised a hand and asked.
Everyone turned to look at that person, but no one answered his question.
In truth, they wanted to know the answer too.
"Probably... yes," Harry voiced the answer in everyone's hearts.
They all knew Albert would never make such a pointless joke with them.
Moreover, all signs indicated that ignoring Albert's warning was quite dangerous.
The last batch of unlucky ones who had chosen to ignore the warning now lay permanently in Azkaban's public cemetery.
"Albert divined this matter for Kingsley and believed that those wizarding families that once supported Voldemort were secretly creating werewolves," Lee Jordan suddenly revealed some information he knew. "But Kingsley never took any action against the suspects."
"We found no clues," Harry sighed, explaining to everyone. "And at present, there is no evidence that those wizarding families that once supported Voldemort are producing werewolves on a large scale."
Without evidence, there were some things they could not do.
Even if Kingsley was the Minister of Magic, he still needed to follow the Ministry of Magic's laws. At least, that was how Harry saw it.
"That's hardly surprising. They're just employees too. Expecting them to give everything for peace in the wizarding world isn't realistic."
Kenneth pushed aside the door curtain and walked in. A large barrel of Butterbeer floated beside him, while Truman, who entered behind him, was likewise levitating an insulated box filled with ice for everyone to cool off.
"And, Potter, the people at the top don't need evidence to act. Mere suspicion is enough."
"Then what do you think Kingsley has the Aurors running around for?"
Truman felt a little