"Always the optimist," he said with a soft smile. "You're also assuming that we'd want to win and not just keep our heads down. I've seen how deep into the sand people buried their heads when the Dark Lord took over. They didn't care that the Ministry was taken over. There was no call for a new Wizangamot. The Wizengamot didn't try to overturn Thicknesse. Everyone made sure not to shake the status quo." He sighed. "I guess I'm not that optimistic."
Draco frowned. "Are you for real? I'm a Malfoy. The sun burns me and the wind ruins my hair. That sounds like a nightmare worse than these machines. At least I can fight back with the machines, no amount of potions prevent me from turning lobster red. You don't know how many charms and potions I had to use to be outside. Thank Merlin, Hogwarts is in Scotland and the sun is a rare commodity. I hated Quidditch games on sunny days." He flicker a finger, creating a cold bubble, but he was thinking about Remus' words. "That works for them, but not for us. We all have different memories, different interests and there's no time to write anything down, because you don't know who'll be gone next and that's when you're not being thrown into some chaotic world."
He smiled. "No, that would defeat the purpose, and I thought of that, but if we're creating that many spells, we might not be quick enough to confuse the machines. We need a quick spell, a single world, easy hand movement. If we have to wave our hands around, we might be dead before the spell is cast."