Aberforth

Froom was deeply conflicted.

He had never imagined that Silvan Ollivander had come on behalf of Hogwarts to seek help. Even less had he expected that so many Death Eaters were hiding all around him.

More than a hundred—had Voldemort sent everyone here to prepare an attack on Hogwarts?

Froom did not want to believe such a terrifying reality, but reason told him that Minerva McGonagall would never lie about something like this.

"We'll help."

Just as Froom was still hesitating over whether to cooperate with Minerva, his wife nodded and agreed outright.

Faced with her husband's puzzled look, the elderly witch merely shook her head and said softly, "I don't want to never see those children who love sweets again, Ambrosius. Besides, this is our home too. We should help."

"But it's dangerous."

"Compared to what Minerva is facing, this is nothing. Even he—Silvan Ollivander, a student who hasn't even graduated yet—is doing something far more dangerous than looking for a few Death Eaters."

Silvan had not expected to be dragged into this. He noticed Ambrosius Froom fall silent, opening his mouth before ultimately saying nothing more. At last, he nodded in agreement.

"After you return, you can tell Minerva that we'll set out in an hour to search for places where those Death Eaters might be hiding."

"That may have to wait a while. I still need to contact more people." Silvan took out another piece of parchment with shop names written on it.

"Finding more than a hundred Death Eaters won't be easy. We need more help."

"You're still going out?"

"No, that's too dangerous. We can help you!"

"It's fine. I have a way." Silvan refused the couple's kind offer and transformed into a titmouse right in front of them, flying into the chimney.

"Oh, Merlin's