That wretched way of dying, so terrible that they could not even scream, chilled the Purebloods who had been watching the battle, and they no longer dared to look. With the fight reaching this point, every Pureblood realized something was wrong. Though the Aurors did not have the advantage in numbers, it was obvious that these guards would not be able to stop them in the end.
"They don't care if people die, and they don't care who dies! We can't wait any longer!" someone said in a shrill voice, flustered and furious.
"Protect me! Once we get abroad, I'll reward you with an extra ten thousand Galleons!" Bulstrode's tiny eyes were bulging round with terror, sweat pouring uncontrollably from his forehead as he shouted at his guards.
Seeing such a miserable way to die with their own eyes made it impossible for the Purebloods to keep waiting calmly. Then, when the Armed Aurors who had broken in through the back door reached the foot of the stairs with almost no resistance and began preparing to come up, it became the final straw that shattered their composure and dignity.
"Broomstick, come!" Amid the chaotic din of surging and shattering Charms, wails, and cries, the witch who was wrapped up tightly from head to toe used Accio to snatch the Flying Broomstick from one of her guards' hands. Then she pointed at the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the room. The window took up nearly the entire wall, and through it, the sight of trees swaying in the wind outside could be seen clearly.
The witch gripped the Flying Broomstick in her hand, swung herself onto it, and followed behind her bodyguard, flying toward the floor-to-ceiling window that had been blasted into pieces by Diffindo. She seemed to breathe in