"Hmph!"
Beside him, Audrey muttered inwardly as well: I haven't even used the Patronus Charm yet!
Edward touched his wand to his throat and shouted in a voice that rang across the entire island:
"I'm giving you all five minutes. In five minutes, everyone is to gather in front of the lighthouse. Don't worry, I won't kill you. But if anyone refuses to comply, that may change."
"The clock starts now."
The Hit Wizards, who had finally managed to get away from the lighthouse, were immediately torn, unsure whether to return or keep fleeing for their lives.
But they soon discovered that this was no choice at all, because they had no way to escape the island. After some agonizing, they could only choose to return. Those who had broken their legs, or even both their legs and feet, in the fall were in a sorry state, though. They wanted to gather at the lighthouse, but simply couldn't.
Before five minutes had passed, nearly all the Hit Wizards had appeared in front of the lighthouse. Edward looked down at them from above and said:
"Listen carefully, everyone. From now until dawn tomorrow, I don't want anyone going to Azkaban and disturbing me. Can you do that?"
What else could they say? They could only reply listlessly, "Yes."
"Very good. Now hand over your wands, flying broomsticks, and every item on you with an Undetectable Extension Charm. I'll leave all these things at Azkaban afterward. Once tonight is over, you can go and retrieve them yourselves."
Edward wasn't deceiving them about that. Guarding Azkaban's prisoners was the Hit Wizards' duty. Strictly speaking, they were on the side of justice, while Edward was the villain. Naturally, he couldn't really do anything to them just because they had "gotten in the way."
Soon,