Just as an intimate atmosphere gradually filled this room reserved for wizards.
A piercing alarm suddenly sounded outside.
"What happened?!" Dawson, lying on the bed, asked in confusion.
"This is the alarm for a collapse and retreat on the front lines." Sophia put away her girlish demeanor, rose sharply, and hurried toward the door.
"Wait for me!" Dawson struggled to his feet and hurried after her.
For wizards, recovering from near death to lively and kicking within an hour from this kind of purely physical injury was pretty magical, wasn't it?
Sophia stepped out of the room.
The Muggle soldiers who could still move were picking up their weapons and filing out of the temporary hospital entrance in an orderly manner.
The Muggle doctors were among them as well.
However, several Beauxbatons Academy of Magic graduates, including the young witch who admired her, were waiting for her at the entrance.
Because she was the highest-ranking officer here!
"Is there anyone who still can't be evacuated?"
As Sophia asked, she led everyone toward the broadcaster.
"Reporting to Colonel Sophia, all the wounded Muggles have evacuated through mutual assistance."
The oldest young wizard quickly saluted, then reported as he walked.
"Very good!" Sophia said, nodding slightly in approval.
After only a few hurried exchanges, they arrived beside the broadcaster.
There was no power supply and no wound spring.
Yet the alchemical broadcaster, a pure display of mechanical beauty, made clicking sounds from within as a sheet of parchment covered in writing slowly emerged from its slot.
The instant the broadcaster stopped working, Sophia reached out and seized the paper.
"Emergency notice: Grindelwald has appeared on the battlefield. The Dunkirk evacuation plan is now officially being carried out!"
Sophia's hand trembled slightly as she held the parchment. She looked around blankly and saw