Grindelwald snorted. "You're not still harboring any unnecessary sympathy for these Death Eaters, are you?"
"No, I just want to find out where Barty Crouch Jr. is."
"Uh, that proves it was wise of me not to act immediately. Otherwise, we wouldn't have known that child was being forced," Grindelwald argued, somewhat embarrassed.
It had been a long time since he had fought so freely, and he had forgotten that detail in the heat of the moment. He glanced at the Death Eaters strewn across the ground again. "How about... you check whether any of them are still alive?"
The invisible Edward from the future rolled his eyes. You hit every one of them with three Killing Curses. Aside from highly magic-resistant monsters like giants, fire dragons, and trolls, even Voldemort would have dropped dead on the spot!
By the time Edward arrived, the battle had already ended, leaving him no chance to show off his prowess-he had to admit, hanging around clever heavyweights like Dumbledore made it hard to pull a Flame Emperor, saving someone at just the right moment and showing off.
"They even brought in Grindelwald. No wonder Dumbledore was so confident."
He might not have anticipated that the Death Eaters would infiltrate Hogwarts this way, but he had prepared a contingency for their infiltration-the old married couple, the Black and White Demon Kings, joining forces for a swift kill.
And so Barty Crouch Jr.'s scheme, which had begun with hunting down Karkaroff and involved using a Contract Curse to control Emily, making her use Transfiguration to turn Death Eaters into pets and bring them into Hogwarts in an attempt to destroy it from within, had failed before it even began.
A thought suddenly struck Edward. *Could Barty Crouch Jr. have intended to sacrifice those Death Eaters