Visual Feast

As a result...

Brilliant little fireworks bloomed in the sky, adding wonderful color to the night.

The fleeing wizards stopped in their tracks to watch the stunning fireworks display.

"What's going on?!" The hooded leader turned and angrily roared at the group of black-cloaked figures before him.

A few of the hooded figures tried waving their wands again, and streamers descended to draw the curtain on the fireworks show.

"Idiots!" the man cursed loudly.

Muya saw Tom raise a hand. A group of subordinates hidden throughout the campsite immediately appeared, lifting their wands and unleashing a silent barrage of flashing spells.

Seeing that things had gone badly, the hooded group began snatching the wands of innocent wizards while dodging the fierce attacks.

The wizards still in the campsite had it worst. They had to avoid attacks from both sides.

"Hey, Harry, get over here!" Hermione called anxiously to Harry, who had fallen behind.

Tents were casually knocked to the ground. The bonfires found something flammable, and the flames eagerly climbed over everything, swallowing people, tents, and themselves in a sea of fire.

Water Like Spring! Muya held a wand in each hand, attacking with her right and cleaning up the scene with her left.

Tom put away her hat and draped a tightly wrapped cloak over her. He did not join the melee himself. Instead, he calmly glanced over the two groups of similarly dressed wizards, then shifted his gaze aside with a confident curl of his lips.

"Be careful. I'll be back soon." He patted Muya on the head.

"Okay, okay." Muya hid behind Mrs. Zabini, waving her two wands with a whoosh-whoosh-whoosh, her eyes shining with excitement.

It seemed he had accidentally raised the kid crooked.

Well, it wasn't entirely his responsibility anyway.

After Tom left, Mrs. Zabini