"Stop him—"
"Don't let him get past!"
At the sight, the Death Eaters began yelling and shouting for their companions to intercept Dumbledore. Some of them put their hands to the Dark Mark on their arms, and soon more and more Death Eaters gave up chasing the Harrys in front of them and flew straight after Dumbledore toward Hagrid.
"Damn it, they've figured out which one is Harry! They were stalling for time!" Moody roared in his rough voice, furiously brandishing his wand. He struck a Death Eater in the back as the man abandoned him to pursue Dumbledore. The Death Eater pitched forward onto his Flying Broomstick, flew on for a short distance, then rolled off the broom.
Seeing what Dumbledore and Moody were doing, and connecting it with what the Death Eaters were shouting, the members of the Order of the Phoenix suddenly understood. Everything those Death Eaters had done had been to hold Dumbledore back. There was no time to think about which part of the plan had gone wrong and exposed the real Harry. The Order members had no choice but to abandon the original plan and desperately chase in Dumbledore's direction, trying to stop the Death Eaters.
And just moments earlier, when the Death Eaters had first appeared and the shouts searching for Harry had only just begun to ring out from every direction, the real Harry, sitting in Hagrid's motorcycle, had grabbed the handhold in front of him. There were not many Death Eaters pursuing their side.
Amid the melee, a great crowd moved swiftly high in the air. Streaks of different-colored light fired back and forth, weaving together in the sky, while all sorts of people riding Flying Broomsticks or Magic Carpets darted rapidly through the air.
Hagrid charged forward at full speed.