Dark Lord Escapes

Stephanie was petite, but the presence she radiated at that moment instinctively made people want to obey.

There were no objections. Everyone prepared to be inspected.

Sean merely watched everything unfold before him in silence. He remembered Gryffindor's warning: he could not make too much of a commotion.

However, he had indeed noticed something strange—even bound by iron chains that restricted his magic, even with his tongue removed and an iron muzzle over his mouth, even when he could barely summon a shred of strength.

He was still absorbing magic.

It was as though there was a bottomless pit inside his body, constantly absorbing the magic around him—not only the magic in nature, but also that of the surrounding wizards.

What exactly did I go through on this Timeline...

As Sean silently pondered, seven or eight wizards watched him at once. Even though his expression did not change, even though he was firmly restrained, the very thought of this man... no, he could barely even be called a man. At Hogwarts, he was only a sixth-year student...

Yet it was this young wizard, not even officially an adult, whose deeds sent chills down people's spines.

Whenever they thought of those horrifying acts, the accompanying Guard Corps members felt their hearts pound. At the same time, they had to keep reminding themselves not to be silently influenced by some kind of magic.

Before they came, their captain had warned them that this was not the first time such a thing had happened.

Stephanie inspected everyone with cold calmness. She seemed casual, but whenever she watched someone cast a spell or drink a potion, her beautiful eyes never blinked.

Even after inspecting every member of the Wizarding United Guard, she turned her gaze toward the people from Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall, who had