They Were All Fearless Through Ignorance

"Little Bell, are you planning to go on a picnic!?"

As they walked toward the Forbidden Forest, Professor Moody looked at the group of little ones trailing behind Bell. Even a man who had seen his share of storms couldn't help twitching at the corner of his eye, feeling the urge to hit someone.

"No, Professor, you misunderstand. The picnic is only incidental. The main purpose is to conduct magical expe—cough, cough—rather, to help Harry destroy Voldemort's soul."

Having been blocked at the entrance to the Great Hall by a group of adult Wizards first thing in the morning, Bell's young heart had suffered a tremendous fright. So, following the principle that strength lay in numbers, Bell raised his arm and called over his family's picnic sightseeing group.

After all, it was Voldemort's soul! Such a rare thing—ninety-nine percent of Wizards around the world had never seen one. Since they had such a rare opportunity, of course Bell had to bring his family and friends along to broaden their horizons.

"Bell, this is too dangerous. How about we let everyone go back?"

Mr. Arthur looked worriedly at the group of little ones before him, though his attention was naturally focused mainly on his youngest son. If possible, he truly did not want Ron getting involved in this matter.

However, after learning that his own father had also been in the know, Ron—who had been betrayed and deceived by both his parents and his closest good brothers—announced that he would never believe in love again... cough, cough. No, he just didn't want to speak to these bastards right now!

When he had asked his parents about Horcruxes, they had actually had the nerve to scold him.

And Harry! Back then, he had comforted Ron so earnestly for such a long time