Charles raced up the stairs, furious, feeling as though he had been tricked.
That was right—the damned Bellatrix Lestrange, that bitch, had deceived everyone.
If she had not concealed the truth, how could he possibly have been tempted by their few Galleons into joining this damned assassination? It was already too late for regrets. Charles could only hope that the battle at the top of the tower was over, and that the Madwoman had led the Death Eaters to kill Dumbledore.
Yes, that Madwoman had surely succeeded.
They had not only used Felix Felicis, but also held an overwhelming advantage in numbers. They could not fail, absolutely could not! Yet when Charles rashly burst onto the top floor of the Astronomy Tower, what he saw nearly broke him. The Death Eaters were still trying to besiege Dumbledore, but the original nine had dwindled to five.
Even though they had all taken Felix Felicis beforehand, this still could not be considered an even battle.
Still, thanks to Felix Felicis, the Death Eaters were able to remain standing here and keep struggling against Dumbledore instead of being knocked flat one by one like children.
"Looks like the battle below is more or less over."
Dumbledore glanced at the Death Eater who had rashly entered the battlefield. After casting a spell that deflected Bellatrix's Dark Curse, he smoothly pointed his wand at the reckless man and gave the other's cloak a light flick.
Charles was only stunned for a moment before he discovered in horror that his cloak had covered his head. The clothes on his body seemed to come alive, binding him tightly. Before he even had time to say anything, Dumbledore easily brought him down.
Seeing Charles dealt with by Dumbledore in a single exchange, Bellatrix flew into a rage, constantly