"Damn it! They got away! We didn't catch a single one!"
Not long after, Hermione came back fuming, clutching her gun as she stamped her feet and complained to the professor.
With Voldemort absent, those people had no will to fight to the bitter end. When Hermione led the infantry in a countercharge to capture prisoners, they all slipped away using Key to the Door devices they had prepared in advance.
Apart from picking up a few dropped masks depicting dead faces, there wasn't even a wand among the spoils that could be used to identify a wizard.
The return on this investment was worse than hunting in Africa. At least if you killed a gazelle, you could get a few bites of meat out of it.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Su Ming stroked her head to soothe her, ignoring Sirius and the Weasleys beside him, who had been staring blankly ever since the tank fired. "I know a scientist with a flamboyant little mustache. Someday, I'll have him make you a few miniature Neutron Bombs to play with. Then I guarantee not a single Death Eater will get away."
"You know I understand what a Neutron Bomb is, right?" Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed his large hand off her head.
"Anyway, your task isn't over yet." Su Ming changed the subject and pointed at the elderly, women, and children who had been placed under protection. "The Ministry of Magic staff and the Hogwarts professors have all gone after Grindelwald. You need to count the survivors here, comfort and resettle them, and arrange the followers' upcoming guard duties. There's a whole mountain of work to do."
Miss Granger's expression turned serious as well. She nodded. "I understand. But what kind of person is Grindelwald, exactly? Why are