Most of the time, plans could never keep up with change.
McNeil led a force of Dark Wizards that vastly outnumbered the enemy, following Alecto's nearly flawless plan as they charged grandly toward Hogsmeade Village, ready to wipe out the rebels entrenched there in one fell swoop.
Yet after only a brief clash, the Death Eaters' ranks were already showing signs of collapse!
Walton McNeil could not understand, no matter how hard he tried, how things had ended up like this.
No, this was not his fault!
Absolutely not!
Things were nothing like what Alecto Carrow had said.
That damned Hogsmeade Village had been, from beginning to end, a trap Albert Anderson had painstakingly prepared for the Dark Wizards.
That was right.
It was a trap that damned bastard had deliberately set to lure them in, and because of their own stupidity and arrogance, they had stepped right into it and paid a terrible price.
"I can't die yet. Someone has to take news of this back to the Dark Lord. We have to tell the Dark Lord what happened here," McNeil muttered.
Though he did not know why, McNeil had an awful feeling. He suspected that everyone had fallen into the carefully woven trap Albert Anderson had laid from the very beginning, and that the Dark Lord might truly die here!
The moment that thought entered his mind, an inexplicable fear surged up in his heart.
Just as McNeil prepared to act on it and turn to flee, his body suddenly trembled, and he froze where he stood.
"We've already come this far. I will never allow failure. I will never allow anyone to run. And I will never allow anyone to dare betray the Dark Lord."
Perhaps because of their string of failures, Alecto's expression had become utterly