The End

Frost's sudden disappearance was, of course, not because anything had gone wrong with the helicopter, but because he had found an even bigger story!

He urgently urged the pilot to land in an open area so Bersted could take him into Hogwarts.

By now, the situation on the battlefield was gradually becoming clear. Especially as more and more wizards from outside the school joined the fight, with Tver's threat of death hanging over them, the Death Eaters and Dark wizards' rout had become obvious.

Under these circumstances, Voldemort had instead calmed down for some inexplicable reason.

"Let them surrender," he said, not even looking at his bedraggled subordinates behind him, his gaze utterly still. "I can promise you, Tver, that I will not lay a hand on those students."

"Oh?"

Tver turned his gaze back to Voldemort with curiosity, watching him as though he had become a different person.

"You mean you'll let yourself be captured in exchange for the lives of these people?"

Voldemort gave a soft laugh, though it was brimming with arrogance.

"These people are not worth that much to me, but you don't want to see me deliberately target those students either, do you?"

Tver nodded in understanding.

The reason he had not made any moves until now was precisely because he had been wary of Voldemort.

Voldemort might have been suppressed to the utmost limit, but he was still the Dark Lord. If he truly decided to drag the students down with him, then before Tver and Dumbledore could deal with him, the students' casualties would certainly reach a level neither of them wished to see.

"So, you're trading those people's chance to surrender for your promise not to harm the students?" Tver asked in surprise.

Since when had Voldemort cared about his subordinates?

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