The headmasters had brought their respective contestants back and were anxiously administering preliminary treatment to the champions.
Pomfrey had arrived long ago and was methodically treating Pheobe's injured leg. She was the most seriously wounded.
Meanwhile, Harry and Draco were surrounded by Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and Professor McGonagall, while Snape forcibly poured potions down their throats.
The Old Bat did not forget to sneer at the two companions in misery.
"If you worked a little harder and had even a tenth of the ability of certain others your age, you wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
Harry and Draco already felt like vomiting from the foul-tasting potions. Now they did not even know how to respond inwardly.
Was Snape even speaking like a human being?
After the headmasters and professors went into a small office nearby for a meeting, Lucius and Narcissa continued holding on to Draco and checking him over.
Harry glanced toward where the fiery cloud had risen earlier. He knew the Chief had probably gone to deal with the trouble in Hogsmeade, and he badly wanted to take a look.
He turned and gave Draco, who was grimacing in pain, a meaningful look.
But Draco had no attention to spare just then. Sometimes, a parent's love was simply impossible to refuse.
Envy flickered in Harry's eyes, and he immediately thought of the missing Sirius again. In fact, he had recently kept dreaming of Sirius being pursued by Voldemort.
Judging by the surroundings in his dreams, it was very likely happening in Hogsmeade.
He had told no one about this, because everyone told him not to trust those dreams.
At that thought, Harry stopped hesitating. Taking advantage of the chaos, he slipped backstage.
Many members of the Wizarding Police and Wizarding Army had vanished as well.