Doubts

In Will's view, aside from these people's hatred of Wizard, the so-called Scourers were nothing more than Muggle who believed in Wizard.

They reject Magic and hunt Wizard; frankly, even if Will didn't intervene, these Scourers would only meet their demise.

Wizard are the darlings of Magic; Magic creates Wizard on its own, so Wizard in this world will not disappear unless all humans in the world evaporate instantly.

If it weren't for this group blocking Will's way and trying to hunt Will down, he wouldn't have bothered with them at all.

After all, people don't care about the hatred of ants.

This matter is at best a minor incident.

Will examined the memories of these Scourers, confirming all the Scourers they knew, and then spent an hour capturing all the Scourers from their memories.

After that, he wrote a letter to Cohog, and along with it, turned a dozen or so Scourers into paper cutouts, stuffed them into the envelope, and sent it to him.

I believe Cohog can handle it. After all, as the president of the Magical Congress, if he can't even handle something this simple, he might as well just buy a piece of cheese and smash his head against it.

Will, on the other hand, is waiting for January 1st to arrive...

In the Dungeon of the Order of the Phoenix's dungeon, Moody had obtained all the information he wanted to know.

"Albus, everything is clear now," Moody as he entered the meeting room from the Black family, handing Dumbledore a Parchment. "It's all here. Those guys have already confessed to things like bedwetting as kids."

Dumbledore was talking to Snape when Moody entered and interrupted their conversation.

Snape fell silent, like a giant bat hibernating, sitting in the shadows of the room, his greasy long hair and thick Black Robe blending perfectly into the shadows.

His lifeless eyes stared at Dumbledore, saying nothing, only exchanging a glance with Moody.

Moody didn't pay much attention— Snape had been like this for a while now.

Dumbledore took the Parchment, glanced at it briefly, and then set Parchment aside. His brows were slightly furrowed, giving the usually kind old man a touch of authority.

Moody, seeing Dumbledore's expression, couldn't help but find it odd. "Albus, you seem a bit agitated, this isn't like you."

Dumbledore was usually very confident and rarely showed this kind of composure, which naturally puzzled Moody.

Dumbledore shook his head. "There are some things I'm not sure about yet, so I'm a little worried."

"What else could possibly worry you?" Moody asked, slightly puzzled. "But haven't we managed to thwart Voldemort's actions?"

Dumbledore nodded – Yes, Voldemort's actions have been contained, and things seem to be going very well, but Moody hasn't realized that none of this matters.

The truly important news will have to wait for Will's side.

Snape came today, bringing news that Will had left the school. Dumbledore hoped Will could bring back useful information.

After all, knowing exactly how many Horcrux Voldemort possesses is crucial; without this key information, it's very difficult to truly defeat Voldemort.

Dumbledore said, "This is a long story, and it can't be told in a short time, so let's not talk about it now. As for the information you obtained from the interrogation, it is indeed very useful."

I believe our next move will deal a blow to Tom and weaken him."

Seeing that Dumbledore was unwilling to talk about it, Moody didn't press further—after all, Dumbledore was definitely going to stop Voldemort and wouldn't suddenly switch sides, so let Dumbledore worry about what he was worried about.

Could Moody really solve the problems that Dumbledore was worried about? He wasn't that arrogant.

"Alright, Albus, if you don't have anything else for now, I'll be going. Let me know immediately if there are any developments."

Moody needs a little rest; he can't neglect his Wand maintenance or combat training.

Christmas is over, and we've dealt with those Death Eaters, so now is the perfect time to rest.

Moody's isn't an iron man; he naturally needs rest too.

The door closed behind Moody, Dumbledore then turned to Snape: "So, Will didn't come to see you before he left?"

Snape nodded, his expression sinister. "Will has always been very independent, so it's not surprising that he did this."

However, he most likely didn't get any useful clues from Slughorn, otherwise he would have told you already."

"That's what I think too," Dumbledore. "Will might still be living under the same roof as Tom..."

"Hmph," Snape snorted to express his displeasure, then said, "Will was also foolish, going over there without a word to do this kind of work for you."

Dumbledore sighed, "Severus, if you care about Will, you can just say so. It's just the two of us here; there's no one else."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Snape's dark eyes as he changed the subject. "Besides, there are some problems on Draco's and my side. The Death Eaters are becoming increasingly suspicious of me."

I received a letter a few days ago asking why I haven't been able to resolve your issue, or even make any progress at all.

Dumbledore helplessly, "I have indeed neglected this matter for some time, but if necessary, we still have the opportunity to tell Tom some news about my 'injury'."

"I don't need it that much," Snape shook his head. "It's mainly Draco; he's worried about his parents."

Dumbledore relieved tone, "Draco's soul has not been corrupted. He is a good boy, so we cannot make things difficult for him."

Next, I will give Frank instructions.

"That's because Will saved Draco's soul," Snape scoffed.

Dumbledore didn't deny it—even a blind man could see Snape's current fondness for Will: "Of course, Severus, Will has indeed helped him a lot in his growth, Will is a very good friend."

Snape nodded almost imperceptibly, slightly satisfied, and was about to speak when Lupin entered.

"Professor Dumbledore," Lupin, holding a large stack of Parchment, "This contains information on all Werewolf in England who have joined the Werewolf Mutual Aid Association. We have already verified it."

Moreover, a third of them are willing to join the fight and do their part for us.

"Good, Remus, you've done very well." Dumbledore's expression grew increasingly pleased—there were more Werewolf willing to help them than he had expected.

Dumbledore hoped to bring the Werewolf into his camp.

Lupin asked, "I just heard you talking about Will. What has he been up to lately?"