"Why were Dementors beside the train?"
"Who allowed them to leave here? And how did they get out?"
"Mr. Moody, since you've stepped forward, you're responsible for giving us a reasonable explanation."
The students' parents erupted into an uproar. They didn't care whether the man standing before them had once been the greatest Auror.
Perhaps Death Eaters and other villains feared him, but these parents weren't afraid of him at all.
Voldemort watched from a distance behind them, thinking that the line from Lin Zuo's memories—"A gentleman may be deceived by appealing to his principles"—must have described this very scene.
If it had been him and the Death Eaters standing opposite them, these parents would surely have been very "gentle."
No, perhaps they wouldn't have dared come at all.
"Get him!"
Someone suddenly shouted in a distorted voice.
At once, more than thirty spells shot from the already agitated crowd.
Only a few came from the Death Eaters. Most were cast by parents whose emotions had gotten the better of them.
They certainly had reason to be upset.
Dementors were evil creatures, used specifically to guard the most heinous criminals.
Treating children who were still studying at Hogwarts like criminals was indeed beyond reason.
But it wasn't their own courage or anger that turned this outrage into spells.
It was the goading of the Death Eaters, who had deliberately stirred them up.
"See? To set dry wood alight, all it takes is a tiny spark."
Voldemort said with a smile to Bellatrix. Then his body rose into the air, turning into a pale ivory glow as he flew into the crowd.
The battle had begun, but it was hardly a pretty sight.
The Stunning Spell, Petrificus Totalus, and Disarming Charm were at least respectable.
But you there, wizard—what was the