"Attention! Information has been received about the increased threat of robberies, assaults and other acts of cruelty with the use of forbidden spells that night. We strongly recommend staying in your homes and leaving the lights on. The Ministry of Magic Security of Great Britain."

after that, you stop recording your voice and with a heavy sigh move the microphone away. You feel bad that you did it after all. Although no one forced you, no one threatened you. It was enough for just one person to ask you about it once. And you, Chairman of the Ministry of Magic, agreed. You always agree. But only to him. You hide your face in your hands, ashamed of yourself. In fact, something much worse than "attacks" is really expected this night, and those "precautions" that you recommended actually make sense only to make it easier for the Death Eaters to commit their evil deeds. You're rubbing your eyes and your shoulders are straining. At this moment, you feel like someone standing behind you puts their hands on your shoulders and massages them with light soothing movements.