Watching the train continue north through the curtain of rain, the cloaked Death Eater turned to face his subordinates.
"The Hogwarts train is here. It's time to move."
"Aren't we waiting for the Dementors?" another Death Eater asked with a frown.
"What are we waiting for Dementors for? I don't like dealing with those things. Or do you think Harry Potter would really be stupid enough to wait on the train for us to catch him?"
The Death Eater whose face was hidden in the shadow of his hood made no effort to conceal his dissatisfaction with Corban Yaxley or his disgust for Dementors.
As newcomers among the Death Eaters, they had no choice but to do some dirty work in order to better integrate into the group.
They were not here to catch Harry Potter, of course. They were here to teach a certain stubborn fellow a profound lesson.
Capturing a few students hardly required so many people, but to prevent an attack by the Defence Association, Yaxley had decided to bring extra hands in case those troublemakers from the "Defence Association" suddenly showed up again.
Someone suddenly raised a hand and pointed at the dark sky, screaming, "The Dementors! They're here!"
Everyone looked up and vaguely saw a vast mass of shadows surging toward the Hogwarts train. Wherever they passed, the temperature plummeted, and the weeds and wildflowers on the ground gradually became coated in frost.
"What rotten luck. Move out."
The lead Death Eater swept out an arm, and the Dark wizards at his side mounted their Flying Brooms, quickly catching up with the rear of the train.
After the others had gone after it, the lead Death Eater followed the original plan and took two subordinates to Apparate directly in front of the train, intending to