For the students of Hogwarts, the Dark Wizard who had brought a Basilisk into the school last time still cast a shadow over everyone.
Moody wanted to catch the damned Dark Wizard. In the past, he would have gone after him without a second thought. But now, as a professor, he had to put the students' safety first.
Moody drew his Wand and fired a beam of light into the sky, where it burst with a bang—the signal for an emergency assembly.
A Dark Wizard willing to attack Harry was ruthless. Moody couldn't abandon the students to pursue him, or more of them might come to harm.
"I've never seen a spell like this." Moody's magical eye fixed on the student who had been attacked, his expression grave.
"Behrens, take Connor to the Hospital Wing! Everyone else, assemble!" Moody's voice soon rang out from the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Will turned a patch of turf into a stretcher, cast a Levitation Charm on it, and hurried the injured student to the Hospital Wing. On the way, he glanced at the unlucky boy. He had been hit by a Sleeping Charm—not Stupefy, but the Sleeping Charm Will had developed from the Draught of Living Death.
At present, only one person besides Will could cast that spell: Dumbledore.
Looks like Dumbledore still can't bring himself to hurt a student, even for this. Or is that just the White Wizard's code? Will wondered.
That was right. Dumbledore was behind this too, all to help Will earn Voldemort's trust.
Dumbledore had invested more in Will than Will had imagined.
And would Dumbledore really do something like this? This was an old man willing to stake his own life to win an undercover agent's trust. Would he stage an attack that didn't hurt a