❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XCVIII.BATTLE OF HOGWARTS
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"And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above"
"LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT, Professor. You're actually giving us permission to do this?"
The night sky stretched above them, a canvas of deep indigo flecked with stars. Yet, under these celestial witnesses, the grounds of Hogwarts transformed into a battlefield, their usual serenity overshadowed by the impending chaos. Shadows stretched across the castle, casting elongated figures that flickered with the hurried movements of students and teachers preparing for what lay ahead.
Professor McGonagall, her expression a blend of gravity and steely resolve, turned her gaze towards the ancient stone bridge that connected Hogwarts to the mainland. The bridge, often a mere backdrop to the grandeur of the castle, now took on a new significance. Her eyes locked onto Neville Longbottom, who stood with an open-mouthed astonishment that seemed to grow with each passing second.
"That is very much correct, Longbottom," she said, her voice crisp as she gestured toward the bridge. The group of students and teachers behind her fell into a semblance of organized chaos, each moving with a sense of urgency.
"To blow it up." Neville gaped, "Boom?"
Professor McGonagall's gaze settled on the ancient stone bridge that connected Hogwarts to the mainland. She nodded solemnly, her expression grave yet resolute.
"Boom."
Neville's face lit up with a grin, his initial surprise melting into eager anticipation. The infectious enthusiasm spread quickly to Dean and Seamus, who exchanged excited glances. Yet, Neville's brow soon knitted into a frown of practical concern. "Um... exactly how do you propose we do this, Professor?"
"Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics," Professor McGonagall suggested, her tone hinting at a rare moment of levity amidst the tension. The group turned to Seamus, who looked stunned.
"Actually? No detention this time?"
"I'll even reward you with House points," McGonagall said, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.
Seamus grinned. "Then I can bring 'er down."
"That's the spirit," Professor McGonagall said, her voice firming. "Now, off you go." The students of Dumbledore's Army peeled off toward the secondary bridge, their steps echoing in the empty corridors.
