The Order of the Phoenix's Prison

A few minutes later, the Auror ripped open the house that Moody had blown up.

The scene was horrific—two Death Eaters had been smashed into mangled patties wrapped in Black Robe, and several other Death Eaters remained alive in the gaps of the ruins, but they too were severely injured.

The Auror dragged the surviving Death Eaters out of the ruins, knowing they would need to interrogate them later.

"This..." An Auror seemed to have witnessed something strange, and then, several people burst into laughter at the same time, "Hahaha..."

It turned out that a Death Eaters's head was buried inside the turkey's belly, and it was crawling on the ground.

Repton lifted his head from the roast turkey, his face covered in oil. He tried to resist, but before he could even chant a spell, the Auror next to him kicked him over and tied him up tightly.

"You're despicable..." he struggled and shouted.

Moody's Wand pointed at him. "Quiet down, or else..."

Upon seeing Moody's Wand, he immediately shut his mouth.

The wind and snow were still howling, but the Village had gradually quieted down.

The leader of the Death Eaters was pinned to the snow by Lupin, who kept swearing at him.

"Fxxk! You shameless bastards, you despicable villains who only know how to launch sneak attacks!"

By now, he'd surely realized they'd been targeted all along, and that false intelligence was a trap to lure them in.

And they really were like a bunch of foolish Troll, running headlong into a trap.

"A sneak attack? Despicable?" Moody sneered. "To deal with you, not using Avada Kedavra directly is already showing mercy."

Lupin shouted from a short distance away, "Don't waste time with him, Moody, let's check if there are any escapees first."

Everyone should leave now; it's too cold to go back and enjoy Christmas dinner tonight!

"Don't worry, Remus, they're all here," Kingsley shouted, pointing his Wand at the bound Death Eaters on the ground. "Five are dead, the rest are alive. If it weren't for Alastor, those two meat patties might have survived."

Moody scoffed, "If it weren't for the need to spare a few lives, I wouldn't be so sentimental."

Kingsley was speechless—where was the benevolence?

Sirius interrupted their conversation, "Alright, stop chatting and get them back to the prison. I haven't had dinner yet."

Today is Christmas. I asked Kreacher to prepare a Christmas feast. Everyone, get back to work! We'll go eat when we're done!

The group moved with a bit more efficiency—to be honest, nobody really wanted to do this in the blizzard on Christmas Eve; who wouldn't want a hot Christmas dinner?

A dozen minutes later, in a dark, cold but very clean Dungeon, Lupin pushed open the door, behind which was a line of Death Eaters being escorted.

This is a prison, or rather, this is the private prison of the Order of the Phoenix.

It houses many prisoners, including Fenrir Greyback, the former Werewolf "leader".

As soon as the guy saw Lupin, he started yelling, "Lupin! Kill me if you dare!"

Lupin ignored him—he had no time to deal with this guy. Since Professor Dumbledore's verdict was to keep Greyback locked up here, Lupin naturally wouldn't object.

Although it was Greyback who bit him, turning him into Werewolf and causing him to suffer for over thirty years, ostracized by Magic society, Will has healed him.

Therefore, Lupin no longer felt anything for Greyback; his anger and clamor could only be confined to his cell.

However, while Lupin didn't care, some people did.

Moody frowned, waved his Wand, and said viciously, "Cruciatus Curse!"

Greyback immediately started rolling on the ground, yelling, "Aaaaah-- Moody, you—"

"Cruciatus Curse!" Moody unleashed another Cruciatus Curse, finally silencing Greyback.

"I'm not as easy to talk to as Remus," Moody's magic eyes darted around, "If you don't shut your rotten mouth, I don't mind putting a Severing Charm on your tongue."

Greyback lay on the ground, barely alive— Moody had really gone all out, showing no mercy whatsoever, almost killing him.

"Alastor, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" an Auror whispered upon witnessing the scene.

Moody didn't care at all. "I'm being merciful by not using Avada Kedavra against this thing. Cole, don't blame me for not warning you, you active Auror are the most dangerous."

Any mercy you show can be your death in battle!

The Auror seemed lost in thought, but said nothing more, continuing to escort the Death Eaters into the cell.

Half an hour later, some of the Auror went home to spend Christmas with their families.

The remaining group arrived at a house, but this was not Black Manor — Black Manor was now the headquarters of the Order of the Order of the Phoenix and was protected by the Fidelius Charm, so it was not suitable for so many Auror to enter.

Kreacher had made excellent preparations; the Christmas dinner was now extremely lavish, enough for dozens of people.

Five golden-brown, crispy roasted turkeys sat in the center of the table, their skin glistening with oil and emitting a wonderful aroma. Beside them were piles of Roast Potato, steaks drizzled with gravy, and Yorkshire pudding that Kreacher had specially prepared.

There were already some people present, all of whom were members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Diggle, Alice Frank, Hagrid, Tonks, and a thin old lady.

If Harry were here, he would definitely recognize her as Mrs. Figg, the Dursley family ' neighbor. They would send Harry to Mrs. Figg's house when they didn't want to take Harry out with them.

Dumbledore sat in the main seat, his blue eyes behind his Half-moon Spectacles smiling gently. "Welcome back, everyone. Please have a seat."

As everyone gradually took their seats, Alice Frank was still complaining about Dumbledore not letting her participate in the fighting.

"Albus," Moody plopped down, his Magic eye still darting restlessly, a smile already spreading across his face, "Consider tonight's meal a favor you owe me."

Of course, Moody was referring to the thing that turned him into Dumbledore sitting in the Office.

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course, feel free to eat as much as you like."

"As if I could eat that much," Moody muttered, but had already reached for the Roast Potato.

After the battle, no one was going to be coy anymore. Everyone started to get their favorite food, and a grand feast began.

Will took a piece of grape cake and had only taken two bites when Slughorn came over...