Mal said nothing, but stared at the barely touched food on his plate. To think that he had played a part in getting people killed when that hadn't been his purpose at all made him ill.
Instead he drained the rest of the wine in his glass. And in his head, for what wouldn't be the last time, asked his daughter to forgive him for being such a fool.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say that the Aurors would catch them quicker with his and Patrick's help, and Teddy's but Mal doubted Patrick would get involved in that anymore. Perhaps he should try and have a private meeting with Harry. Mal sighed. He didn't know anything anymore.
"I'm not suggesting that. All right maybe not off the grid, but those who don't want to register won't come for help if they know we would report them, hm?"