"Look, someone's sending a signal!"
Just as Jugson was about to seek the Dementors' help, he abruptly stopped and turned toward where the man behind him was pointing. Sparks kept rising into the night sky, illuminating everyone's stiff faces.
It was the signal to attack.
Jugson's face darkened terribly. He could even hear a dense series of popping sounds erupting around him.
"Damn it..."
When he heard a scream beside him, he thoroughly regretted not using the Floo Network to leave Hogsmeade earlier.
But it was already too late for regrets. A spell struck Jugson from the side as he scrambled to avoid the ambush, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"I'd bet anyone still wandering around outside at this hour is one of those Shiteaters."
Dazed, Jugson heard approaching footsteps. Someone seemed to walk up beside him, and then he felt something step on his head.
The next moment, Jugson lost consciousness.
He died, his neck crushed beneath someone's foot like a chick's.
Everyone involved in this operation wore black cloaks and vicious masks, carrying themselves like the Death Eaters who had once run rampant across England.
The moment those thugs stormed into Hogsmeade, the feast of plunder began. Everyone in the village was their prey.
Many Dark Wizards headed straight for Zoko's shop, which sold Defense Against the Dark Arts items. They instinctively assumed that Zoko, who openly sold such items, was one of the few fat targets in this black market. But they were destined to be disappointed. Zoko had already deposited the large sum of Galleons he had earned during this period into a designated vault at Gringotts. The robbers who broke into the shop could only seize its meager supply of Galleons and a few display items. Zoko, who raised both hands in surrender and