The Death Eater Who Was Rescued

Although it was already very late, at the professors' request, everyone left their common rooms and gathered in the Great Hall.

They clustered together, chattering away about what had just happened.

Though they had remained in their common rooms as instructed and had not seen what was happening in the castle with their own eyes, they had still heard the commotion.

For instance, the Ravenclaws whose tower was closer had clearly heard the explosions and roars.

The Gryffindors, meanwhile, had seen the bright flames outside through the windows, as well as the Dark Mark floating above the castle.

Now, the news was spreading among everyone at an unbelievable speed.

With a few particularly well-informed students in the mix, word that the Death Eaters had attacked Hogwarts spread through the entire Great Hall in less than twenty minutes.

An unprecedented panic hung over everyone's hearts.

They had always believed Hogwarts was the safest place there was. Never had they imagined that one day, Death Eaters would appear inside the castle.

The only fortunate thing was that no one had been attacked this time. Only one Gryffindor had accidentally fallen while coming downstairs; everyone else was safe and sound.

Five more minutes passed before Neville limped into the Great Hall and sat down beside the Gryffindor table.

Everyone was here.

Dumbledore stopped speaking with Fudge and strode to the front of the staff table, looking solemnly at everyone below.

"I imagine some of you already know what I am about to say... Yes, an hour ago, Death Eaters broke into this castle."

A buzzing murmur immediately rose from below.

"Please be quiet," Dumbledore called loudly, barely managing to overpower so many voices.

"But what I want to tell you is that all the Death Eaters have been driven away. And rest assured,