When Amosta pushed open the door and entered the office with Draco, every pair of eyes immediately turned toward them.
The Death Eaters Dumbledore had bound were surrounded by Hit Wizards, sitting dejectedly on the floor.
Some were still unconscious, blood trickling from their wounds and staining the floor red.
It was not that the Hit Wizards had failed to notice. They simply turned a blind eye to it.
The wizarding world was still debating whether to restore the death penalty, but these Death Eaters would soon face judgment.
At the very least, the Hit Wizards had no desire to see these villains, who had murdered their comrades, live out their days comfortably in Avalon Prison. If they died now, that would better suit their wishes.
"The Dark Lord is invincible, Breen!"
After a moment of silence, the disheveled Bellatrix immediately bared her teeth at Amosta as he entered the office. Her eyes, filled with hatred like those of a vengeful ghost, glared at Amosta as though she wanted to devour him alive.
"The Dark Lord will return! He will gather even greater power, Breen! Everyone who dares resist him will pay a terrible price!"
"Shut up!"
Kingsley slammed his cane heavily against the floor and barked out a rebuke. Bellatrix showed no weakness. Instead, she glared viciously at Kingsley.
"Just wait, Shackle! The Dark Lord will overthrow the Ministry of Magic, and every last member of your families, you scum of wizardkind, will be slaughtered!"
The eyes of the Hit Wizards watching Bellatrix glimmered darkly, as if they were considering whether this mad Death Eater ought to be taught a lesson.
Bellatrix's wild words changed Kingsley's expression, but in the end, he suppressed his anger and walked over to Amosta with his cane.
Kingsley cast a cold glance at