What did it feel like to turn an enemy into a little mouse?
Whatever the answer, Katelyle was certainly enjoying himself.
Whenever there were only a few enemies and no risk of anyone else noticing, he turned them straight into little mice.
This approach not only kept the enemy from spying on him but also let him dispose of them easily, leaving them unable to gather any useful information.
And so, wherever Katelyle went, silence followed, with no one left walking around.
Meanwhile, the number of little mice in Katelyle's bag kept growing.
Eugene emerged from a secret chamber and headed back to his room with a calm expression.
As he walked, Eugene noticed a problem: the corridors were frighteningly quiet, and none of the Death Eaters stationed on guard were anywhere to be seen.
He frowned and drew his wand, his expression growing grave.
Eugene had become a senior member of the Death Eaters in no small part because of his cautious instincts.
And the Death Eaters loyal to him would never dare disobey his orders and wander off to other posts to fool around at a time like this.
That meant something else must have happened.
Eugene quickened his pace toward his room, but everything remained silent, with not a soul in sight.
Eugene realized how serious the problem was. According to his arrangements, at least eight Death Eaters should have been stationed along this route, standing in different corners or concealed somewhere to prevent the students from escaping.
But none of them were there.
Who was it?
Why hadn't there been the slightest sound when they were attacked? Why hadn't they noticed anything?
While Eugene puzzled over this and sensed danger, Katelyle found Draco Malfoy.
"Professor Kate!" Draco Malfoy broke into an excited smile at the sight