The drop-off platform where they had just arrived in Diagon Alley was a mess. The wall sealing off the former industrial district of Diagon Alley had been pushed down, leaving bricks scattered everywhere and dust billowing through the air.
The twenty-odd Hit Wizards from the Ministry of Magic stationed throughout Diagon Alley to maintain order were all gathered before Harry.
Each had drawn their wand, their faces tense as they confronted the people causing the disturbance.
"Those people are..."
Hermione did not question how Harry had suddenly appeared. Covering her mouth, she stared at the people facing off against the Hit Wizards in disbelief.
"At least they aren't Death Eaters—"
Harry said darkly, the sense of foreboding in his heart growing stronger.
That wall, hundreds of feet long, had not been blasted apart. It had been pushed over—
At a glance, the dark mass of people numbered several hundred. Their style of dress resembled that of the villagers Harry often saw when he went to Hogsmeade.
"Did you notice, Harry—"
Hermione's voice tightened.
"Not one of them is wearing a Wizard Robe—"
"Yeah—"
Harry swallowed, staring at the faces of those at the front.
"If wizards wanted to riot, they'd use wands, not... fire tongs and hoes—"
Murmurs also broke out among the people who had not fled from the unrest.
Amid the noisy whispers around him, Harry heard that their opinions matched his own.
The people who had pushed down the wall likely had nothing to do with the Death Eaters or the Dark Wizards who had taken part in the Battle of Diagon Alley.
"What do these useless Muggle-borns think they're doing?"
A crucial word reached Harry and Hermione's ears. They immediately turned toward the contemptuous-looking wizard.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Another wizard said in a low voice.
"They