We Will Be the British Wizarding World's Last Line of Defense!

Hogwarts Castle.

As blood-red sunset clouds shrouded the ancient castle, an atmosphere of grim slaughter gradually spread through the air.

All the professors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had gathered outside the castle gates. Besides them, there were over two hundred members of the D.A. Army, their faces grave as they stared toward the far end of the bridge.

There stood a sea of dark figures. At least three thousand people wore black robes and the silver masks of Death Eaters, wands in hand, making no attempt to conceal their murderous intent and malice.

And floating in the air before those three thousand or so people was a figure everyone knew all too well.

Voldemort!

As they looked upon the Dark Lord, who had once frightened children into silence at night, some still began to tremble instinctively, even though Voldemort no longer seemed quite as terrifying as he had in years past.

Before the gates of Hogwarts Castle, Linley and Irina stood at the forefront, wands in hand.

Their expressions were grave as they watched Voldemort and his army of over three thousand Death Eaters across the bridge. They understood that the final battle they had awaited for so long had finally arrived!

"Tell Barty Crouch Sr. what's happening here at Hogwarts Castle and have him prepare in advance! I have a feeling Voldemort won't give up on the British Ministry of Magic!"

Linley turned his head slightly and spoke to Irvin in a low voice.

A glint seemed to flash through Irvin's eyes. He nodded firmly and pulled a specially made Two-way Mirror from his pocket.

Irina turned around and looked at Professor McGonagall. Her cool voice rang out. "Professor McGonagall, please return to the castle first and help the students evacuate ahead of time. They are