"What do we do now?" Ms. Bones frowned deeply at Peter, whose body had nearly been severed in two by the high-speed bone spear.
She was not the only one. Beside her, Scrimgeour looked rather grim as well.
In the Wizard World, death was actually quite uncommon. In most cases, people were defeated and then imprisoned. There were even many cases where the losers went into self-imposed exile, disappearing from public view.
Most wizards cared about saving face. When they went into exile after losing, they truly stayed away.
So even as the head of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour had not seen such a bloody scene in a long time. The last time had been over a decade ago, when he was still a newcomer at the Ministry of Magic.
That had been during Voldemort's dark reign. The reason so many people feared Voldemort was that he really did kill people.
"Anyway, let's take him back first." Scrimgeour shook his head, looking thoroughly frustrated.
Those Dark Wizards who had suddenly appeared were all extremely powerful. If his side had not outnumbered them two to one, and if their strongest member, that necromancer, had not been so heavily suppressed by Ms. Bones's Patronus, the outcome would have been hard to say.
At the very least, he did not think he was a match for that white-haired wizard. They had only exchanged a few moves, but he had already felt the strain.
But what was going on with that group? They had appeared out of nowhere and attacked without a word. Then, after killing Peter, they had immediately turned and fled. What sort of bizarre maneuver was that, and what was their purpose?
Could they have been Death Eaters still on the run?
According to Sirius Black, who was recuperating at St.