A few minutes earlier, right around the time the Death Eaters had just received the summons from the two Voldemorts and fled.
Allen's clone stood on the high platform and slowed the transfer of the hostage wizards being used as sacrifices. After the mental control over them was lifted, their wounds could stop bleeding on their own, though the parts that had already been sacrificed could not grow back with something like Skele-Gro, since that had been caused by a Dark Magic ritual.
"Your fates have inevitably met with hardship, but the pain will pass in the end... What all of you are suffering now pains me deeply, and I am ashamed. Tom was driven out of the United Kingdom by me, and that was what allowed him to run rampant across Europe... However, because of Gringotts and other parties refusing to cooperate, among many other reasons, I have been unable to kill him completely. And because of certain issues between the Ministries of Magic, I also haven't had the energy to protect everyone... I am truly sorry..." Allen's voice was low as he looked at the hostages' empty, eyeless sockets and severed arms, his gaze seeming to hold endless pain and self-reproach. "Beyond this portal is Hogwarts Floating City. For safety reasons, I didn't have my people come with me at the first moment... Now it seems there was no need for that anyway. But please go through without worry. They are on the other side and will take good care of you and treat you. I promise that all of you will receive the compensation you deserve. To let innocent wizards suffer such torment..."
"Please don't blame yourself, Mr. Harris. You are the one who saved us!"
"That's right! The Ministry of Magic in my own Germany is