Tick. Tock. Tick.
The room was so quiet a pin could have been heard dropping, broken only by the soft sound of blood dripping onto the floor.
Stab. Thud!
Amosta slowly withdrew his hand. Delix, his body no longer supported, slowly slid down the wall before hitting the floor with a thud.
Gulp—
Harry swallowed hard. When Professor Breen turned around, the indifference and chill on his face made Harry's heart pound.
"Amosta!"
Mad-Eye was both furious and alarmed.
"Albus sent us here to stop you from going on a killing spree too. What good does killing Delix do us? You've only made things more complicated!"
Amosta glanced at the collapsed Delix as though he were garbage, shook the blood from his hand, and spoke calmly.
"He isn't dead."
Of course, Amosta would not kill Delix... not yet. Otherwise, some matters would be impossible to prove.
Delix's survival was certainly something everyone, including Harry, could be thankful for.
Yet no one felt any more relaxed because of it.
The Aurors stared blankly at Amosta Breen, helplessness and fear roaring through their hearts!
"Unless you can produce evidence that Harry Potter committed murder—"
Amosta's expression softened somewhat as he faced the remaining Aurors.
These people were merely following orders. They were not the main architects of the conspiracy, so there was no need to make things difficult for them.
"—then I'm afraid I cannot agree to let you take Harry Potter away."
Amosta said.
The Aurors remained silent.
If it were up to them, they would have fled immediately from the wrathful Amosta Breen. But the Minister for Magic's orders left them in a difficult position.
Harry opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but at that moment, a silver lynx passed through the ceiling from the first floor and landed