However, things were different from what Harry and the others had imagined. They had thought that when they arrived in this area, they would see Dumbledore organizing people to fight back or something.
Unfortunately, that was not the case. They saw only Hermione. The girl stood atop a table covered in empty bottles, holding up her wand to maintain the emblem in the sky.
She had already gathered many Hogwarts students and graduates, along with a group of inexplicable Japanese students who knelt on one knee before her as if awaiting orders.
She directed the people gathering around them to set up defenses, hurriedly moving tables and chairs over as cover. At the same time, she assigned people to tend to those injured in the stampede and settled those without fighting ability in the very center of the circular position.
Everything was in perfect order, and Harry returned to the classic question: he had no idea how she did it.
So many emergencies were happening at once, with nearly everyone crying out to her for help, yet she always made sensible responses immediately. She was not flustered in the slightest, and those foreign students seemed to listen to her as well.
Harry saw Professor Wilson not far behind her, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought—or perhaps dozing off.
"Students! Parents!" Hermione still held her wand aloft, but with her other hand, she pulled an electric megaphone from her waist pouch and called out, "Please stay calm. We have now occupied advantageous terrain, prepared magical positions, and outnumber the Death Eaters by far. Running will only hurt others. We must hold our ground and prepare to fight!"
Though she seemed somewhat inexperienced, she still delivered a convincing rallying speech, calling on everyone