Somewhat bewildered, Allen turned in the direction the Auror captain was pointing. He looked up and immediately saw Amycus, propped between the two round pillars, already turned into a Blood Eagle. Even Allen, who had been completely unprepared, was startled. Then his brows knitted tightly, and a blue flame shot toward Amycus, who had been made into a Blood Eagle. In an instant the flames engulfed his entire body, and before long he and the wooden pillars were burned to ash and collapsed.
The Death Knights had started moving toward Allen the moment they saw him. Led by the Death Knight junior commander in a horned helmet, they came over with heavy thud, thud, thud steps, removed their helmets, and offered greetings. Noticing Allen's action and the shift in his gaze, the horned-helmet Death Knight's heart sank with unease. He lowered his head like someone who had done wrong—though he had absolutely no idea what he had done wrong.
Somewhat angry, Allen rebuked him in a low voice, "Why did you make something like that?"
The leading Death Knight said in a muffled voice, "Master, I just thought if we did this, no damned fool would dare come cause trouble again."
Allen stared at that exceptionally sincere-looking face and pinched the bridge of his nose. His head hurt, and he felt there was no reasoning with the other party. He waved a hand. "When we get back, all of you are going back to school... Don't come out until you get an O in Modern Adaptation Class."
Not far from The Burrow, lush reeds grew by the water. Their leaves were broad and thick. During the day, flocks of birds would fly into the sky or skim low over the distant surface of the water. Now, droplets of dew still