Stunned by the other side's strange accent and blunt retort, the Auror captain was left momentarily speechless. He tugged the female team member beside him and gave up on trying to reason with them—these Death Knights were clearly beyond persuasion. They were still stubbornly acting according to their ancient notions and codes, and, more importantly, they were not living beings; their thinking and actions were different from theirs. The Auror captain tried to convince himself in silence that, in any case, these were all armed forces of the Harris Family, which made them half on his own side. It was better not to provoke them over a Dark Wizard.
Seeing that these "little ones" had stopped jabbering, the Death Knight wearing bull horns turned back around. Amycus Carrow had already been laid facedown on a wooden stump by two of his companions. He felt as though a cool salve had been applied to his broken leg; that clean, cooling sensation greatly eased the pain. Under the effect of the medicine, his expression looked abnormally alert, and his thoughts were no longer occupied by agony too hard to endure. Even so, he still glared ferociously at these undead. What Amycus could not understand was this: these Undead Creatures had mercilessly slaughtered his companions who had failed to escape in time, then seized him after he fell first, and now they had treated him. What exactly were they trying to do...
But as a highly experienced Death Eater and Dark Wizard, Amycus saw the two giant logs standing not far from him, which had originally been beams from The Burrow. They had been driven deep into the ground by the Undead Knights. This made him feel increasingly uneasy. His instincts told him the situation was bad for him. With the medicine reducing