"I have to go stop them. Children, stay here." Mr. Weasley looked at the chaotic campsite and shook his head with a wry smile.
"I'll go with you. I'm a member of the Ministry of Magic too," Percy said at once.
"Well, in that case, we'll go too, and look for Nymphadora while we're at it," Mr. and Mrs. Tonks said.
In the end, apart from Charlie, who stayed behind to watch the young wizards, all the adult wizards returned to the campsite to try to quell the disturbance. Harry and the others also noticed that Ministry of Magic employees were beginning to appear.
Clearly, those who had originally been at work had received word of the situation here after all.
Those left among the trees were almost all witches and children. Harry had already heard quite a few children crying, which left him rather unsettled.
"Why is this happening?" Hermione asked with a frown after taking a look through her binoculars.
"You'd better worry about yourself." Just then, an unpleasant, ducklike voice suddenly rang out, full of teasing and mockery.
Even though it had changed a little, Harry still recognized the voice without turning around. It was Draco Malfoy.
When he turned, sure enough, he saw that pale-faced boy leaning against a tree, looking very much at ease.
"Looking for another beating, are you?" Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco. Before Christmas last year, after hearing about the Fidelius Charm, he had beaten Draco up while trying to get some information out of him. It had been another few months since he had last hit him.
Clearly, Draco had forgotten the terror of living under Harry's fists, and Harry felt it was necessary to remind him.
At those words, Draco's smug expression immediately grew rather strained. "Don't try anything.