Shawn knew these men were arrogant and unruly, even though he had just demonstrated his strength.
But why were so many people unafraid of someone as powerful as Dumbledore?
That was why Shawn had to show them he would kill without hesitation. Otherwise, they would mistake his kindness for weakness.
The wand in his hand immediately transformed into a Lightning Sword. He pointed it at them all and spoke coldly.
"There's no need to invite the Dark Lord back. I can give you answers myself! Anyone who has a problem with that, step forward and let me see."
When he finished speaking, none of the Death Eaters below dared to be the first to stick their neck out.
Shouting together and shouting alone were two very different things, with very different consequences. None of them were fools.
Shawn was in no hurry, though. There were plenty of people he could make an example of.
He glanced at Fudge, who was hiding in the crowd, and Snape, who had been doing his best to remain invisible, then continued calmly.
"Lucius, Wenge, have your men bring back everyone who fled before the battle even started. We'll reconvene in the hall in half an hour!"
With that, Shawn directed his Patronus to carry him toward the hall. As he flew past Fudge, the dragon reached out a claw and took the fat man along.
Fudge was scared out of his wits, wailing and sobbing at the top of his lungs.
"Ah! Ah! My lord, please spare me! I didn't see anything! Ah! Ah! Don't kill me to keep me quiet!"
Only a crowd of still-dumbfounded Death Eaters remained, watching Shawn leave.
Lucius shook his head at the sight, then sighed and exchanged a few quiet words with Wenge.
He then instructed those who