The Approaching Bottom Line

They made it back to the school without incident, and it was already close to noon.

At this time, the last class of the morning was only halfway through. The empty corridors spared Silvan quite a bit of trouble, and he made it smoothly to the dungeons.

The place was already empty. There was no one there, and the spot where Alecto Carrow had been held contained only an empty chain.

Well, he should have thought of that earlier.

If Alecto Carrow had suddenly disappeared, it would certainly have drawn the attention of Snape, the other Death Eaters, and perhaps even Voldemort himself. The trouble that could arise from that would be far greater than dealing with a single Alecto Carrow.

Although he knew McGonagall would not make such a basic mistake, Silvan still could not resist coming to take a look. Only after confirming it did he head back upstairs.

Silvan did not go looking for McGonagall or Professor Flitwick. Instead, he went straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Through the window in the door, Silvan could clearly see Alecto Carrow describing, in a fanatical tone, just how wonderful Dark magic was to every student.

"If you use the Cruciatus Curse on someone, then you will hear the most wonderful sound in this world—"

Yes, Dark magic—and one of the Unforgivable Curses at that.

Even though McGonagall had explicitly forbidden Dark magic from entering Hogwarts, Alecto Carrow clearly had ideas of her own.

Silvan also spotted Ginny and Neville. They sat below with their hands clenched tightly into fists beneath their desks, their faces full of resistance.

It was obvious that they instinctively rejected such words.

Yet even so, not a single person stood up to oppose her—or perhaps someone already had.

Judging from her practiced