Hogwarts covered a vast area, so the battle lines naturally stretched wide.
The roar of Blasting Curses erupted across the battlefield at any moment, drowning out screams and incantations.
The once lush green lawn had long since become scorched earth, littered with craters blasted out by magic, Wands snapped into several pieces, and severed hands still clutching their Wands.
A Ministry of Magic employee had barely climbed to his feet when he tripped over a corpse at his feet and fell into a patch of mud mixed with blood.
Before he even had time to wipe the blood from his face, a chill rose from the depths of his soul.
The sickly green light of a Killing Curse appeared, streaking past his ear.
Bang!
The dull thud from behind him made him realize what had happened. He hurriedly turned around.
Not far behind him, another Ministry of Magic employee had fallen to the ground.
Before the war, seeing such a sight would probably have made him scream.
But the battle had already been going on for some time. Faced with yet another colleague's death, he felt only a trace of numbness.
He even wanted to stand up, raise both hands high, draw the attention of those Dark Wizards, and accept a Killing Curse of his own. That would probably free him.
Yet even though he thought that, he still could not bring himself to do it.
Perhaps it was fear, or perhaps something else he could neither explain nor understand, that made him feel he should at least do something.
At that moment, another Ministry of Magic employee shouted, "Stupefy!"
A faint red beam shot from the tip of his Wand, only to be easily dodged by the Dark Wizard opposite him.
"Hehe!" The Dark Wizard let out two strange