Hermione left, and soon came downstairs with Mrs. Weasley following her in a flowered dressing gown.
Dumbledore's reason for asking Mrs. Weasley to come down was simple. Several of the injured people present were witches. Although those who lived dangerous lives did not fuss over such things, there was still a distinction between men and women.
Snape kept taking healing potions out of his pockets and pouring them into the mouths of the badly injured wizards, one after another. Perhaps it was because of the taste of the potions, but almost everyone knitted their brows tightly. They soon regained consciousness, and all made the same request-
"Water..."
Whatever the case, they had finally regained consciousness.
"I can only contain the injuries. The wounds caused by dark magic still require professional healers," Snape said flatly.
"Sorry for the trouble, Severus." Dumbledore nodded. "I'll have Poppy come and take a look."
"It's my duty." Snape nodded, then frowned. "What happened tonight?"
Hermione obediently helped Mrs. Weasley sprinkle dittany onto the injured witches' wounds. At his words, she could not help pausing, her little ears pricking up curiously.
"Alastor, how did things go on your end?" Dumbledore gave Snape a look asking him to be patient, then turned to Moody.
"Just as we suspected, Dumbledore." Moody's face was grim. "I can confirm that the three werewolves who appeared at St. Mungo's were the work of You-Know-Who's followers. Their purpose was to draw the Ministry of Magic's attention away briefly."
"And things went exactly as they wished."
"Did they all get out?" Dumbledore asked softly.
"Yes. Lupin was injured by that esteemed cousin of mine," Sirius interjected coldly.
"It was all my fault," the purple-haired witch said sadly. "If I'd paid a little more attention, Remus wouldn't have..."
"No one would stand by and