For once, we have a Ministry with sensible priorities. I've never cared for the Auror Office. Something about the smell of stale coffee and a Head Auror with the unmistakable scent of having slept in his office too many nights in a row. How kind of the Ministry to relieve him from his stressful, fruitless duties. A Tuesday seems as good a night as any to celebrate.
And I told you any attempt to arrest me was a wasted effort, Dearborn. Are you convinced yet or does your life need to be made more difficult before you'll take my word for it?
DEATH EATERS
Let's all make our new hitwizards' lives hell over the next few weeks. I want to see them snap. Consider that an official mission.