But when they all turned to look at the one casting the spell...
The Leader's forehead was now drenched in cold sweat, his hands trembling. His complexion was no better than that of the gravely wounded patients earlier-in fact, it was even more ashen.
He must have paid an enormous price.
As people who had benefited from this, or might benefit from it in the future, what right did they have to question a Leader who sacrificed so selflessly for them?
They should be ashamed!
Unless they had no conscience at all!
Yet sometimes irony struck like that. A moment later, a large black dog really did come limping out.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
He barked wildly at Shawn, his canine face showing unmistakably human anger and contempt.
Harry followed behind, breathless and shouting.
"Sirius, don't be rash! The Chief must have his reasons for doing this. Those are all evil creatures!"
Several black-clad soldiers of the Wizarding Army who had been guarding the perimeter followed them. After Daniel ordered someone to stop the boy and the dog,
he went over with a displeased expression to ask why they had let people in without permission. After hearing their helpless explanations, he felt a headache coming on too.
The Leader's family affairs were indeed difficult to handle.
Shawn had no intention of blaming them, nor did he pay any attention to Sirius, who kept barking at him.
His increasingly loyal subordinates naturally stepped in to stop the dog.
Even the wounded patients who had been fully healed a little earlier climbed off their stretchers in fury.
If Harry had not kept bowing and apologizing, these Wizards who had just received such a tremendous favor
would already have drawn their wands to teach this mad dog a lesson for appearing out of nowhere