The Second Generation

The Slytherin students taking physical education class stood on the staircase. Draco Malfoy stood at the top, with Pansy, Astoria, Daphne, and Millicent beside him, while Nott, Blaise, and the others stood below. They had spotted Harry and Hermione, who had been missing from the school for several days, and nearly every face was cold and indifferent.

It was a pity those two idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, were not there. Otherwise, they would have all been present.

Hermione's breathing abruptly stopped for a moment before returning to normal. She remained silent, the fingers of her right hand curled unnaturally, ready to seize her wand at any moment. Hostility gleamed in her clear brown eyes.

Aside from Professor Breen, who had experienced it firsthand, Hermione, Ron, and Professor Dumbledore were among the few who knew all the details of what had happened that morning. Harry had told them every name of the Death Eaters he had heard or seen at Voldemort's resurrection ritual.

Over the past few days, Harry had discussed with the two of them whether Professor Dumbledore would use the list he had provided to go straight to their homes and send all those ruthless, die-hard Death Eaters to Azkaban.

Ron had thumped his chest and sworn that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Breen would definitely do so. Hermione had cautiously agreed as well.

But now, it seemed they had guessed wrong.

The two legendary wizards in whom they had placed such high hopes had not taken any action. Otherwise, these Slytherin students could never have remained so calm upon seeing them.

"Move aside—"

Harry said, expressionless, though he was startled by how calm he felt.

Even though he had nearly died at the hands of the parents of the people before him and their parents' master only days ago,