"Who's here?"
Roy did not understand what Aisling meant. He crouched beside her, looking at her lying on the ground with a puzzled expression.
"The people who kidnapped me, the Aurors from the school, and the American Anti-Dark Magic Association thugs who came to meet them."
Aisling hurriedly climbed up from the cold floor, rushed to the window, and anxiously peered out at the pitch-black woods.
"Then let's get out of here."
Hearing that, Roy grabbed the flustered Aisling and tried to lead her outside, but she broke free from his grip.
"It's too late. Turn off the lights!"
Seeing Roy still staring blankly, Aisling snatched the wand from his hand and gave it a light wave. The entire cabin was plunged into darkness again.
Seeing how panicked Aisling was, Roy wiped the smile off his face and turned serious. He pulled another wand from the holster on his chest and tried to reassure the frantic Aisling.
"I'll go deal with them. You take the chance to run back to the castle."
Aisling grabbed Roy, who was about to head outside, widened her eyes, and stared fixedly at his face.
"No. You'll die if you do that. There are twenty-one of them. You can't beat them."
Roy shook off Aisling's hands, which were gripping his arm tightly, his voice filled with confidence.
"Don't worry. I can Apparate. If I can't beat them in the Forbidden Forest, can't I at least outrun them?"
Watching Roy go off to his death, Aisling was so anxious she was practically about to cry.
"I saw it. You can't Apparate here."
"How is that possible? I'll just—" Roy had intended to demonstrate Apparition for Aisling, but suddenly felt that the space around the cabin had been sealed against teleportation. "Those damned kidnappers actually put an