Watching the train continue north through the curtain of rain, the cloaked Death Eater turned to look at his subordinates.
"The Hogwarts Express is here. It's time to move."
"Aren't we waiting for the Dementors?" another Death Eater asked with a frown.
"What are we waiting for Dementors for? I don't like dealing with those things. Or do you think Harry Potter would really be stupid enough to wait on the train for us to catch him?"
The Death Eater whose face was hidden in the shadows of his hood made no effort to conceal either his dissatisfaction with Yaxley or his disgust for Dementors.
As newcomers among the Death Eaters, they had no choice but to do some dirty work if they wanted to fit into the group more quickly.
They had not come to capture Harry Potter at all. They were here to teach a certain stubborn person a profound lesson.
Capturing a few students did not require so many people, but to prevent an attack by the Defense Association, Yaxley had still decided that he should bring more men, just in case those troublemakers from the "Defense Association" suddenly appeared again.
Someone suddenly raised a hand and pointed at the pitch-black sky, crying out, "Dementors! They're here!"
Everyone looked up together and vaguely saw a vast mass of shadows rushing toward the Hogwarts Express. Wherever they passed, the temperature plummeted, and the weeds and wildflowers on the ground gradually became coated in frost.
"Bloody unlucky. Move out."
The leading Death Eater swept his arm forward. The Dark Wizards beside him mounted their broomsticks and swiftly caught up with the rear of the train.
After the others had gone after it, the leading Death Eater followed the original plan and Apparated with two subordinates directly in front of