"Good thing these guys were stupid enough. Otherwise, they really wouldn't have been easy to deal with."
Looking at the "corpses" of Dark Wizards strewn across the corridor, Lee Jordan stepped forward a few paces. After using his toe to roll one Death Eater over, he suddenly raised his foot and viciously kicked the man in the face several times to vent his anger.
That bastard had used an Unforgivable Curse just now, causing the only casualty in this battle and taking the life of some unlucky fellow who had not taken Liquid Luck.
Fred, who was finishing off the Dark Wizards, could not help rolling his eyes at Lee Jordan. "You make it sound like you're so smart. And there's really no need to take your anger out on a dead man."
"He's not dead. He's only unconscious."
"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have charged in and gotten myself killed. I'd have blasted through the wall beside me and jumped out to escape. With a wand, the fall wouldn't kill you." George also thought that those Dark Wizards had been rather stupid.
"Less talk. Get to work."
Cedric waved his wand and gathered up the spoils from the Dark Wizards, intending to use them to help support the household.
"Say, these Dark Wizards really are poor."
As George stuffed things into a leather pouch, he stared at the pile of silver Sickles and could not help complaining. "Looks like the idea of making up for our losses with loot probably isn't going to work out."
"Dark Wizards are poor to begin with. Otherwise, who would be willing to fight Voldemort to the death? The only rich ones are a handful of Death Eaters. Still, even if those people have money, they probably wouldn't carry huge amounts of