"Oh God, things outside are getting more and more chaotic!"
In one corner of the noisy Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione sat in an armchair reading the latest newspaper while waiting for Harry and Ron to return from the dormitory.
Every article in the paper pointed to one thing: The Dark Lord was slaughtering Muggles without restraint. Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to stop him, it was still tied down by the mess the Dark Wizards had caused.
For the entire Ministry of Magic, keeping the existence of the wizarding world hidden was the top priority. As for stopping the Death Eaters from massacring Muggles, that depended on whether they could spare any extra effort.
Worse still, the last Wizarding War had lasted a full eleven years before it ended. How long would this Wizarding War last?
And how many innocent people would die in this war?
"Hermione, we should go," Harry reminded her.
"Oh, I'm coming."
Hermione closed the newspaper, rose to her feet, and walked toward Harry and Ron.
"What are you reading?" Ron asked curiously.
"The latest paper."
"I haven't read it yet. Any news?" Ron asked again.
"The Dark Lord has dragged many Muggles into this war. They're being slaughtered by Death Eaters, and things in the wizarding world are getting worse and worse," Hermione said in a lowered voice. "Apparently, some wizards who don't want to be dragged into this Wizarding War have fled overseas and emigrated to other English-speaking countries."
"I'm considering sending my family away. If the Death Eaters target them because of me... I mean, they're just ordinary people. They shouldn't be dragged into this Wizarding War." Hermione stopped walking and looked in confusion at Harry, who was standing there. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Sorry. I dragged you all into this," Harry