"Fortunately, these guys were stupid enough. Otherwise, they really wouldn't have been easy to deal with."
Looking at the "corpses" of Dark wizards scattered across the corridor, Lee Jordan stepped forward. After using his toe to turn over one of the Death Eaters, he suddenly raised his foot and viciously kicked the man's face several times to vent his anger. This was the bastard who had used an Unforgivable Curse, causing the only casualty in this battle and taking the life of one of the unlucky ones who had not taken Felix Felicis.
Fred, who was finishing off the Dark wizards, could not help rolling his eyes at Lee Jordan. "You say that as if you're so clever yourself. And there's really no need to take your anger out on a dead man."
"This one isn't dead. He's just unconscious."
"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't charge in and die. I'd blow open the wall beside me and jump out to escape. With a wand, you won't die from the fall." George also thought those Dark wizards were rather stupid.
"Enough nonsense. Get to work."
Cedric waved his wand and gathered up the spoils from the Dark wizards, intending to use them to help support the household.
"These Dark wizards really are poor."
As George stuffed things into a leather bag, he looked at the pile of silver Sickles and could not help complaining, "Looks like the idea of making up for our losses with loot probably won't work out."
"Dark wizards are poor bastards to begin with. Otherwise, who would be willing to fight Voldemort to the death? The only ones with money are a few Death Eaters. But even if those people are rich, they probably wouldn't carry huge amounts of Galleons on them."
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