Most of the time, plans could never keep up with change.
With far more Dark wizards than the enemy and Alecto's nearly flawless plan, Macnair had led his forces in a grand assault on Hogsmeade, intending to wipe out the rebels entrenched there in one stroke.
Yet after only a brief clash, the Death Eaters' ranks were already showing signs of collapse!
Walton Macnair simply could not understand how things had ended up like this.
No, this was not his fault!
Absolutely not! Things were nothing like what Alecto Carro had said.
This damned Hogsmeade had been, from beginning to end, a trap Albert Anderson had carefully prepared for the Dark wizards.
That was right.
It was a trap that bastard had set specifically to lure them in, and because of their own stupidity and arrogance, they had stepped right into it and paid a terrible price.
"No, I can't die yet. Someone has to take news of this back to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord has to be told what happened here," Macnair muttered.
Though he did not know why, Macnair had a very bad feeling. He suspected that everyone had fallen into the trap Albert Anderson had meticulously woven from the very beginning. The Dark Lord might truly die here!
The moment that thought entered his mind, an inexplicable terror welled up in his heart.
Just as Macnair prepared to act on it and turn to flee, his body suddenly trembled, and he froze where he stood.
"We've already come this far. I will not allow failure, I will not allow anyone to run, and I will certainly not allow anyone to dare betray the Dark Lord."
Perhaps because of the string of failures, Alecto's expression had become utterly twisted. After secretly using the Imperius Curse to