Charles raced down the stairs, furious, feeling that he had been deceived.
That was right. Damn Bellatrix Lestrange—that bitch had deceived them all.
If she had not concealed the truth, why would he have been tempted by their meager Galleons and joined this damned assassination attempt?
It was too late to say anything now. Charles only hoped the battle at the top of the tower was already over, and that madwoman had led the Death Eaters to kill Dumbledore.
Yes, that madwoman had definitely succeeded.
They had not only used Liquid Luck, but also held an absolute numerical advantage. They could not possibly fail. Absolutely not!
Yet when Charles rashly burst onto the top floor of the Astronomy Tower, he saw a scene that nearly made him collapse. The Death Eaters were still trying to besiege Dumbledore, but the original nine had been reduced to five.
Even though they had all taken Liquid Luck beforehand, it was still far from an even fight.
Still, it was thanks to Liquid Luck that the Death Eaters were qualified to remain standing here and struggle against Dumbledore, rather than being knocked flat one by one like children.
"Looks like the battle below is nearly over."
Dumbledore glanced at the Death Eater who had barged into the battlefield. After deflecting Bellatrix's Dark curse with a spell, he smoothly pointed his wand at the reckless newcomer and gave the man's cloak a light flick.
Charles was stunned for only a moment before he discovered in horror that his cloak had covered his head. His clothes seemed to come alive, binding him tightly. Before he could even say anything, Dumbledore effortlessly brought him down.
Seeing Charles taken care of by Dumbledore in a single exchange, Bellatrix went mad with rage, continuously cursing him as useless trash.