Those who had not entered the circles fell into two groups. One consisted of a dozen or so old pure-blood men, represented by Bulstrode and Avery, two patriarchs of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
These two were uncompromising believers in pure-blood supremacy.
Meanwhile, the pure-bloods who usually shouted the loudest about pure-blood supremacy, such as Yaxley and the people from Borgin and Burkes, had long since run into the circles.
Yaxley had even entered the second circle and was now glaring at the other group. With so many spies present, he had clearly failed in his duties.
That other group consisted of eight people who had instinctively banded together.
As Shawn turned his gaze toward them as well,
Tonks, disguised as a werewolf, kept tugging at Kingsley's robes and asking anxiously,
"He's looking at us! He's looking at us! What do we do?"
"Stay calm. Don't give yourself away!"
Kingsley looked utterly unflappable, but inwardly, he was quite panicked too.
He glanced around and found that, apart from the genuine pure-blood supremacists, there were about six wizards of unknown origin.
He weighed whether he had a better chance of breaking out with these people or getting away unscathed by invoking Dumbledore's name after being exposed.
Shawn had originally intended to deal with the dozen stubborn old pure-bloods first, then the spies.
But he suddenly noticed a nervous-looking wizard among those who had not entered the circles, whose hair was changing rapidly.
It went from black to blond, then gray, and now green, as though a dye shop had opened on top of their head.
Shawn considered it briefly and had a fair idea of who this was. The ability to change one's appearance as an Animagus was hardly a common gift.
The mischievous urge he had just felt to toy with these