The energy waves thrown up by the colliding charms and the glare from the ship's bow lights thinned the dense fog that had piled up like storm clouds, melting it away and dispersing it until the vast black shadow below could be faintly made out.
"My people were ambushed and killed too. These filthy things deserve to die!" Penelope said to Hermione, killing intent rolling off her. "Come on, over there! I know what you want to say, but leaving them alone will cause even more casualties!"
Riding high in the sky on Pansy, Penelope merely gave a warning. Too impatient to discuss it any further, she urged Pansy beneath her onward, sped ahead, and plunged straight into the thick fog below.
Hermione had already shaken her head in disapproval at the start. She was worried that if something went wrong and the Clone was exposed, it would affect morale, but after hearing Penelope's reasoning, she changed her mind as well and simply rode Drogon after her.
The Black Dragon flapped its wings like a small mountain and followed behind the Hungarian Horntail. The two dragons stirred up powerful currents of air. Braving the cold magical mist, they served as the fleet's de facto vanguard, leading it swiftly toward the site of the earlier attack. Along the way, any Dementors that dared come to block them were forcefully sent flying.
The two witches leaned down from the dragons' backs and looked below, discovering that the clothing of the Undead Creatures now faintly visible beneath them was completely different from that of the low-level Undead from before. They were no longer dressed in tattered rags. Not only was the armor on these Undead intact, but even at a fleeting glance it could be seen that it was magical equipment. Most crucially,