The large group from the Headmaster's office made its way to the Hospital Wing on the fourth floor of the castle.
Dumbledore led Harry and Sirius into a private ward. It seemed he intended to talk to him about the Prophecy Orb.
Professor McGonagall helped Madam Pomfrey hurriedly prepare Calming Draughts.
Meanwhile, the other professors, including Fromid, kept Vitia under watch in another private ward.
Whether she had truly "turned over a new leaf" or not, she still could not shake off her identity as the "number one Death Eater."
After Madam Pomfrey made Draco drink a bottle of chocolate milk mixed with Calming Draught, he silently left the Hospital Wing. Professor Breen was waiting for him outside.
The two walked one behind the other through a dim inner corridor and arrived before an arched passageway.
The night was black as ink, and the wind cut like knives.
In the early night, the moon, stained with a crimson flush, had not become any clearer. Instead, its blood-red hue had deepened.
Draco watched Professor Breen's profile flicker beneath the moonlight. From his resolute features and deep gaze, he read traces of worry and unease.
Draco pressed his lips together, confusion creeping onto his brow.
What was Professor Breen worried about?
Tonight, he had won a complete victory, hadn't he?
Draco had heard everything that had been said earlier in Dumbledore's office.
The Dark Lord had suffered a crushing defeat tonight. The Dark Wizards he had sent to Paris to assassinate the Joint Force had been wiped out. His carefully laid plan to obtain the Prophecy Orb had also failed, and he had lost his most elite Death Eaters.
If—
If Professor Breen had appeared at the Ministry of Magic tonight as well, then the Dark Lord would not even have had