A few more people had been tied securely to the dais.
Let us congratulate Crabbe and Goyle on their father-and-son reunions.
Su Er swiftly put down the rebellion by certain reactionaries in Slytherin and looked toward Slytherin House.
"I think Slytherin House ought to decide whom to serve."
The Slytherins remained silent. Not all of them were supporters of the Dark Lord; in fact, quite a few had relatives who had died at his hands during the upheaval over a decade ago.
Admission to Slytherin was not determined by bloodline, but by whether the Sorting Hat believed they possessed Slytherin's qualities.
But after so many years, the atmosphere in Slytherin had already diverged greatly from Slytherin's original intentions when he founded the house that bore his name.
Silence was their best answer at that moment. Accustomed to judging circumstances, they understood that resisting now would only result in joining Crabbe and Goyle on the dais.
Of course, they had another choice: draw their wands and fight, or...
Su Er exchanged a glance with Professor McGonagall, then walked toward Harry in the crowd. The rest would be left to Professor McGonagall.
Among the students who wanted to stay were even some second- and third-year children.
But the cruel fact was that, apart from a few outstanding older students, most had received no professional training. Never mind taking an effective part in battle-even the aftermath of the fighting might claim their lives. That was to say nothing of the many younger wizards among them who had learned only a handful of spells.
They could not participate in the battle to defend the Castle.
Voldemort had given them the entire morning. Professor McGonagall went to great lengths to persuade these hotheaded students, who disregarded the gap between themselves and the enemy, to