No one shouted for everyone to charge, which left Tris a little disappointed. Everyone flew toward the barrier in tacit agreement.
At the center of the barrier stood a sizeable manor. From the outside, however, it looked as though it had been abandoned for some time. Vines covered the courtyard walls and buildings, and the buildings themselves were rather dilapidated.
"Voldemort certainly knows how to pick a place." Sharing a Flying Broomstick with Harry, Tris looked down at the manor with a mixture of disdain and envy.
The disdain came from the fact that Voldemort, a great Dark Lord, had chosen such a rundown place. The envy came from the fact that even this rundown place seemed more respectable than his own home, the Burrow.
If we can finish Voldemort off for good this time, I'll have to give some serious thought to making money.
It's time to put reopening our family's old manor on the agenda, too.
"Really? I don't see what's so good about it." Harry clearly couldn't understand how Tris felt. He looked nervously down at the manor. It lay pitch-black in the night, utterly still, yet somehow it struck Harry as a beast waiting to devour its prey.
"We're about to enter the barrier. Be careful," Arthur warned from right beside Tris and Harry.
As he spoke, some of the others had already entered the barrier.
Harry steered their broomstick downward as well. Nearly a hundred wizards entering together couldn't possibly make no noise at all. Yet whether the Death Eaters had lost their vigilance after only just getting out of Azkaban or were genuinely all asleep, there wasn't the slightest stir in the manor.
"Something feels off," muttered Moody, flying on their other side. Almost at the very instant he spoke, a clear voice rang