Everything Was Barty Crouch's Fault!
At the edge of the battlefield, the Death Eaters were panicking.
After Harley had finished off all the minions who attacked her and easily seized control of the magic Voldemort had prepared in advance, the Death Eaters had already felt an ominous premonition.
But most of them had clung to the hope that Voldemort was still strong enough to easily suppress a fourteen-year-old girl.
Besides, Voldemort had now returned, and his presence was intimidating.
And after neglecting their old master for thirteen years, they knew he had made a note of their behavior.
So none of the Death Eaters dared to run. They even had to keep cheering him on.
Who could have guessed that these Death Eaters still had some faith in their leader and hadn't abandoned Voldemort, yet Voldemort would leave his followers behind and flee alone?
Voldemort had even had time to take his pet snake with him, but he hadn't spared his servants a glance.
The Death Eaters had expected as much, after all. The group gathered here really were the most typical of fair-weather friends, going wherever the wind blew.
When Voldemort was powerful, they had followed him. When he fell, they had sworn their loyalty to the Ministry of Magic and claimed they were innocent victims of the Imperius Curse.
It was only to be expected that Voldemort wouldn't care about a group of Death Eaters whose loyalty was worth less than a dog's.
But that didn't make it any less upsetting for the Death Eaters! He'd just called them his brothers and friends!
More importantly, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.
Quite a few Death Eaters kept trying to Apparate, but some invisible interference prevented them from succeeding.
And when Lucius Malfoy and the other wealthiest