The feast celebrating the driving out of the Death Eaters had ended by eight in the evening. Although Bochival had left several hundred Galleons with Hogsmeade's two pubs to cover the drinks, most Dark wizards had not drunk much at the celebration feast. They all knew that none of the people around them were good men, so naturally, they were not foolish enough to get themselves drunk. Were they tired of living? As the night deepened, the large number of Dark wizards gathered in the pubs began to disperse, and the lights in the village gradually went out. This moonless night was especially quiet.
Creak.
A sound broke the silence of the night. A wooden door opened from within, and a figure holding a wand furtively poked his head out through the gap. He cautiously surveyed the area around the house and, only after repeatedly confirming that no one was nearby, slipped outside. Under cover of darkness, he silently headed beyond Hogsmeade village, then Apparated away in the wilderness far from Hogsmeade.
"Who's there?"
Several Dark wizards on guard immediately raised their wands toward the source of the crack.
"It's me."
The cloaked man removed his hood, exposing his face to the Dark wizards to avoid being accidentally attacked by his allies.
"Bagman, I hope you've brought me good news."
The Death Eaters led by Yaxley had been waiting for a long time on the path from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade.
Although Alecto's people had already informed them of Hogsmeade's situation through the Communication Bookmark, Yaxley was still uneasy and decided to spend more time waiting for news from his own man.
"Although most of the Dark wizards attended that celebration feast, they didn't trust one another, so hardly any of them got drunk." Bagman had turned himself into a competent