Albus was frustrated. Nothing was working. All of his plans were destroyed. The Dursleys were to blame for everything, if those stupid idiots didn’t kill off his spy, nothing would have happened. Albus had made them suffer for ruining everything by cursing and hexing them until they were begging for mercy, but he didn’t give them any. He used wards, in order to make sure that the muggle wardens didn’t know, what was going on. He also went out of his way to track down their son and tortured the brat with a crucio for a full minute. The boy’s screams were calming his anger down for the Dursleys’ failure. Albus also showed them his memory through the pensive, how he had tortured their son for this failure and enjoyed their reactions, what had happened to their so-called baby boy. Vernon started screaming obscenities and attempted to punch him, but didn’t manage since he was fixated on the chair. The whale was roaring that a freak like him had no right to do this, but Albus had showed him that due to the laws in the magical world, he would be able to do this any time, he wanted. When the man was led away, Albus saw the hateful and furious glare from Vernon Dursley. Albus would savour the look in his pensive.