Dumbledore truly deserved his place as the wiliest old bastard in the Harry Potter world. He had more tricks up his sleeve than a sieve had holes.
Tris and the other high-ranking wizards had watched his battle with Voldemort from beginning to end, yet not one of them had noticed him secretly leaving a mark on Voldemort.
Still, that certainly made things easier. According to Dumbledore, Voldemort had now stopped moving and had stayed in one place for some time.
That location was probably their hideout.
Now all they needed to do was gather their best fighters and storm the place. With Dumbledore leading the charge, they could wipe out the Death Eaters in one fell swoop.
"I'll go arrange the manpower right now." Scrimgeour slapped the table and rose to his feet, ready to gather his people.
"I'll go with you, and... report to the Minister while I'm at it." Madam Bones nodded as well.
"Only bring the elite," Moody interjected. "Keep the rookies out of it. This won't be an ordinary operation. People could die."
"I know. Not everyone has the courage to face that man." Scrimgeour nodded.
"Not necessarily. There are plenty of brainless hotheads around. Gryffindor turns out a fresh batch every year, doesn't it?" Moody said dismissively.
Several Gryffindors were present, and they all looked rather embarrassed at that.
"By the way, Dumbledore, can you pinpoint their current location?" Madam Bones asked before leaving.
"At present, I only know the direction. We may need to follow it before we can determine where they are. I'll have to get within ten kilometers to pinpoint their exact location," Dumbledore explained. "But I can sense that they're very far away. They probably aren't in Britain."
"Not in Britain?" Madam Bones rubbed her brow, looking irritated. "Understood. But that