The High Reeve scoffed, "Potter is nothing more than a symbol of revolt. If he died, yes, people would be a bit sad and shattered, but a saddened heart is nothing one couldn’t recover from." His voice was filled with silent rage and simmering brutality as he leaned in closer to her and the mad look on his face made her tremble involuntarily. "On the other hand, while he’s sitting there, doing nothing, waiting for the war to end without lifting a finger, do you have any idea what’s happening to those who cannot simply hide at Hogwarts? Thousands upon thousands of people – muggles and wizards alike – and hundreds of non-magical creatures die every day, while hundreds of thousands wake up to live the nightmare that is this war, hoping to survive long enough. That’s what’s happening while you sit safely in your magical castle."