Behind the Floating Ship, something happened that far exceeded the Muggle Prime Minister's family's expectations. Patrol teams in uniform, Umbrella personnel stationed at Hogwarts, hurried over, waving their wands and swiftly putting out the flaming beasts. The fire monsters that had just gone out of control were quickly brought under control.
A girl with short black hair and two big, burly boys were dragged out by the patrols and seemed to be standing in the middle of the crowd, being scolded.
"Aha, so it was those few." Long-Eye put away his omnioculars and explained to the Prime Minister in a relaxed tone, "That's Miss Parkinson, Mr. Goyle, and Mr. Crabbe. They're all students at Hogwarts... Looks like something went wrong while they were practicing spells..." Long-Eye pointed at the fat boy who was getting the harshest telling-off. "That chubby boy is called Crabbe. He was probably the one who cast the Fiendfyre... He was the sort of poor student at school who nearly had to repeat a year. I'd guess the young witch was tutoring him... Still, he really does deserve a proper lesson. Daring to cast Fiendfyre before even learning the counter-curse—wasn't he afraid of burning himself to death..."
"Just a few secondary-school students caused that much commotion?!!!" Hearing this, the Prime Minister sounded extremely shocked. After all, the impact of those flames just now had filled him with anxiety. If those flames had been burning in London, then even if he had not been forced to step down by now, he would at least have lost a layer of skin.
"Oh, it's mainly due to the properties of this Dark Magic. This spell can create magical fire that keeps growing stronger and stronger. The flames can mimic the forms of certain monsters and relentlessly hunt down anything that