By the time Albert kissed his wife goodbye and returned to Hogwarts, the morning sun had already risen above the horizon. Yet the light of dawn could not dispel the dark clouds of war hanging over Hogwarts.
The area before the castle's oak door was littered with traces of the Wizarding War, while the exhausted Professor Flitwick directed everyone as they helped clear the ravaged battlefield.
"Mr. Anderson!"
The Creevey brothers, who had been using the Levitation Charm to move Dark Wizard Corpses, dropped their work the moment they saw Albert and hurried over to shake his hand, like enthusiastic fans suddenly meeting their idol.
Fair enough. After killing Voldemort, Albert had become an object of worship to countless wizards.
"I heard Professor McGonagall was looking for you," Colin Creevey suddenly said.
"Where are you planning to move the bodies?" Unable to bear the overly enthusiastic brothers, Albert changed the subject.
"I heard they're digging a Mass Grave outside the Forbidden Forest to bury all these Dark wizards," Dennis Creevey answered first.
"There are simply too many bodies. If they aren't dealt with promptly, there could be serious trouble, so Professor Flitwick had us move them to the pile of corpses outside first." The Creevey brothers led Albert outside the castle, casually tossing the dark wizard corpse they had been carrying onto the mass of fallen bodies in the square.
That mountain of corpses was truly terrifying. Worth mentioning was that most of those unlucky ones had been killed by Albert's schemes.
For example, the werewolves who had tried to cross the viaduct, or the Dark wizards who had attacked the castle only to be ambushed and wiped out. Their bodies had been piled here carelessly, creating immense psychological pressure on anyone who saw them.
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