HP: Let professors walk towards the light

At night, no matter how exciting the game was during the day, there is also a moment of calm.

And that group of guys loyal to the darkness were waiting for that moment.

“Who else will come this time?”

"I don't think anyone would, if Barty Jr. is really looking for Voldemort. He's not that stupid."

"Black is with Harry?"

"good."

"If it's just that guy, he may not be able to keep an eye on so many children."

"Nothing will happen here anyway."

"What about us?"

"Go back now while no one is around."

"Why don't you stay and see? Just in case something unexpected happens. Of course, I mean just in case. It'd be best if there isn't one."

"Dumbledore is not so old that he can't handle even the worst. We still have our own things to do."

The conversation in the dark soon ended, and then, somewhere on the lawn, an inconspicuous little tent disappeared from its spot, and naturally no one noticed it.

As expected, the Death Eaters arrived as expected, as if they had not lost their ability to think, just to announce their existence to the world at this moment. However, the riot without any strategy lost the brief advantage at the moment of surprise attack and was left with no choice but to walk into a trap.

In the final analysis, it was just a sudden whim of a group of immature remnants who gathered together randomly.

Moody's prosthetic eye was jumping up and down, and just looking at the eye, you would always think he was very excited.

He held his crutch and stared at the darkness in the sky with his other normal eye.

"They're coming."

He limped hurriedly to the back, knocking on the nearby tents from time to time with his crutch.

"Get up, lazy bums! Get out of here if you don't want to die. Where are the Aurors? Hurry up and be on guard. If you had been dawdling for so long, the Death Eaters would have devoured who knows how many families! You, go and notify everyone immediately and wake up those fat bellies in the Ministry of Magic. They still want to stay in their tents when they are about to die. The future of the wizarding world is bleak because of these guys..."

The quiet grassland soon became lively.

"Moody! Are you here?" Lupin walked out of the twisting space.

"Arthur, the children can't stay here any longer. I told you before that it's not reasonable to spend the night here." Moody's cane made a sound on the lawn.

"The children have been sent to the forest, where the portkeys are, and Arthur has gone to the Ministry of Magic."

"Arthur can't take care of so many children by himself. Those who don't know the situation won't look carefully at who is next to them in a panic."

"Sirius is here too, he's with the children, don't worry, I'll go check on the Muggle caretaker."

The Death Eaters had already landed, and Lupin, wand in hand, rushed towards the border.

"That boy is like a child himself."

Moody glanced in the direction of the forest, then leaned on his crutches and headed towards the black fog of the Death Eaters. The turmoil among the crowd was inevitable, but getting rid of the Death Eaters would solve many problems.

in the forest.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will definitely happen around the protagonist.

Like, in the dark and the chaos—getting lost.

"Harry! Harry's gone! George, or Fred, have you really not seen him?"

Sirius was a little emotional.

Fred: “I saw it, but it was too dark.”

George: "Another extremely unfortunate news is that little Ronald who was following us is also missing."

"You guys ran too fast, and Hermione didn't catch up."

Ginny panted and held tightly onto the corner of Fred's clothes. They were running so fast that she was able to keep up and not get lost only because Fred was holding her.

"If you don't run quickly and get seen by the Death Eaters, it won't be a good thing, damn it! I'll go find them, and you three stay here and don't run around. Then we'll take the portkey back together. Twins, protect your sister!"

After saying that, Sirius ran away again, and the "fluorescent" light quickly disappeared into the woods.

Fred: "Will he ever find it again? I have no recollection of the route we took."

George: "Then we should be glad you're not Sirius. Ginny, are you okay?"

Ginny sat down against a tree, not caring whether the ground was dirty or not. She just wanted to catch her breath.

"Not good, I almost thought Fred was taking me on a broom, if my legs weren't still touching the ground. Harry and the others, will they be okay? What happened?"

Fred: "It's a Death Eater riot. It's okay. Dad and the others have already dealt with it."

George: "Let's just wait here. How about being little Ginny's personal knight?"

?

"what!"

"What's wrong! Where are you Ron, oh damn!"

Hermione was still trying to keep up with the team, but she suddenly stopped when she heard Ron's scream. Harry behind her bumped into her and they almost fell to the ground.

"I tripped over a tree root!"

"Are you okay, Ron?"

In the tiny light Hermione had lit, Harry reached out his hand toward the slumped heap on the ground.

"With legs like yours, it's probably hard not to trip. Are you still in the mood to take a walk here?"

It was Draco Malfoy's voice.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned to see him leaning against a tree with his arms folded.

Draco's eyes reflected the light from the fire outside the forest, and his gaze slowly swept over the three people in front of him.

"A thorn in the side of You-Know-Who, a blood traitor with inferior wizard blood, do you think you are lucky enough to be spared by the Death Eaters in this riot?"

"What does that mean?" Hermione mustered up the courage to ask him, even though she already had a vague guess.

"Of course, if you three are willing, then enjoy your last happy moments here. They - those Death Eaters will find this place soon. Who do you think they will let go of you? Stupid. Guys."

At the end of his words, Draco pointed his finger at Hermione.

"Shut up, you rude guy, do you want to come and see us make fun of you? Just like you have been doing." Ron pulled Hermione behind him to block her and stared at Draco fiercely.

"Then is your father among the group of guys you mentioned? Are you so close to Nott because your fathers are both Death Eaters? Is it because you don't have the fancy hat of 'savior' that others have put on your head that you always want me to make a fool of myself?"

Harry took a step forward and resumed the conversation that had taken place on the long street in Diagon Alley.

"That's why I said your brat-like temper is pitiful. Have you accepted your identity as the savior and started to point fingers at others? What about you? Because my and Nott's fathers were Death Eaters, you think we are a bunch of rubbish just like them, right?"

Draco also stepped forward and confronted him, unwilling to be outdone.

"So what do you think I'm going to do now? Take out my wand and fire three killing curses at you? Then you can justifiably kill me with your overflowing sense of justice, right?"

"I never meant to kill you!"

"Why not? My father chose to become a Death Eater. I am the descendant of a Death Eater. As you said, he might be wearing a mask to fight against people like you three. I am proud to have such a father."

Draco's eyes darkened. Ron and Hermione stood behind Harry, and the magic that kept lighting up on the grassland in the distance served as their backdrop.