England's fighting forces were indeed concentrated in Hogsmeade and the Ministry of Magic at that moment.
Naturally, the wizards defending this place were all Acolytes from Grindelwald's Army.
Their leader was none other than Vinda Rosier.
As for Abernathy, he had probably finished the field assignment Shawn had given him by now and should have been about ready to return to England.
Vinda's pale lavender, belted trench coat fluttered in the wind.
Her expression was cold and haughty as she regarded Voldemort with contempt.
"Voldemort? Stop throwing your weight around here.
You're nothing but a washed-up clown of a Legendary, and a pathetic parasite at that.
A Legendary is hardly invincible to me. With your pitifully limited knowledge, of course you wouldn't understand.
Now let me show you that a clenched fist is the strongest force in the world!"
Voldemort had no nose, or Vinda's cutting words would surely have twisted it out of joint with rage.
"Ah, you deserve to die! Then die!"
Wild with fury, he thrust his right index finger forward, its knuckles thick and its nail sharp, unleashing all his hatred.
A torrent of dark energy surged downward.
The powerful, distorted pillar of black light pierced straight through the thick protective barrier and shot toward Vinda.
Vinda showed no fear. The same disdain remained in her eyes as she calmly and elegantly raised a hand behind her.
Immediately, fifty wizards broke off from the rows of seasoned Acolytes behind her, firing successive volleys of formidable Level Four and Five Charms in orderly sequence.
Ten Impediment Jinxes were the first to meet Voldemort's hate-filled attack. The invisible wall they formed rippled, bringing the surging pillar of black light to a brief halt.
Next, ten orange Finite Incantatem spells struck the pillar together, taking over from the first