Bella stood where she was, her gaze resting on the defensive layout map before she glanced at Rodolphus.
He tucked the new defensive layout map into his inner pocket, then began sorting through the stack of filing cabinets on the reef—the ones his men had just hauled over from the archives.
A pile of duty records for the island's personnel, a thick hardbound folder marked with the file numbers of the stationed staff, and three kraft paper envelopes containing sealed letters.
"Did you bring everything over from the main building's archives?"
"That's right. From the routine logs of the stationed personnel to the loose-leaf records bearing magical seals that only this fool could access—and this unexpected find."
Rodolphus raised the hardbound folder in his hand. "The Department of Magical Accidents and the Auror Office's 'special personnel transfer stubs' for their secret experiments here."
After speaking, Rodolphus set down the folder and continued opening and inspecting the kraft paper envelopes. Only after making sure all their labels faced outward did he neatly stack them and place them in a dry canvas bag.
Bella nodded. Her gaze moved away from the canvas bag and swept toward the north wall—dull booms sounded continuously from that direction. Soon after, a hemispherical defensive barrier briefly appeared above the entire prison island, then, as if it had lost signal, gradually collapsed into tiny specks of magical light and vanished into the air.
"Notify everyone. Prepare to withdraw and begin the cleanup."
Bella raised her hand, pointing the tip of her wand toward the main building. Dark red flames shot from its tip and landed on the dry vegetation along the building's outer walls. The flames spread rapidly, showing no signs of going out despite the moisture-heavy air.
The withdrawing Dark wizards raised their wands and cast