The Dark Mark

"A bunch of useless idiots! Forget them, get out of here!" one of them shouted. After only glancing a few more times at his bedraggled companions, he turned and ran without looking back, disappearing among the ruins.

The other Death Eaters stopped pressing the attack as well and followed him away.

Seeing that the Death Eaters had all been driven off, Eli waved his Wand again. The Golden-Red Flame filling the sky seemed to possess a mind of its own as it all streamed back into Eli's Wand, as though it had never appeared.

"Get out of here, quickly. Don't get tangled up with them," Arthur Weasley said. He refused to remain any longer and urged everyone toward the woods.

The Death Eaters had already been driven elsewhere, and Eli did not stubbornly pursue them any further. At the very least, the Roberts family had been saved.

"Come on, hurry up! Stop dawdling, this is no time for jokes!" Sirius Black said, leaving no room for argument as he grabbed Eli and dragged him away, refusing to let Eli come up with any more bad ideas.

Compared to the hundred thousand people scattered all over the place, there were few Death Eaters. At least as their group ran toward the woods, they did not encounter any of them.

Yet the chaos continued. At this point, the most dangerous thing was not the Death Eaters causing trouble everywhere, but the spectators fleeing in panic!

What did it mean for a hundred thousand people to run around in every direction?

At a glance, all they could see were bobbing heads everywhere, while the roars in their ears were deafening.

Many people had not died to the Death Eaters' Killing Curses, but beneath the trampling feet of the crowd.

In such chaos, once