Chapter 611: The Sorting Ceremony!
"I've never seen my father so angry," Draco said, purposely keeping his voice high. "I thought he was going to kick the old fool's ass!"
Hearing him from afar, Ron, Harry, and Black frowned.
With so much going on, Ron and Harry didn't even know that their friend had disappeared mid-battle, before getting crushed to a pulp and killing Grindelwald.
What came as a surprise to Black was that no one from the Order of the Immortal Lotus approached him, either.
The only reason he could think of was that the Obscurus had been so fast, and so violently random, that even the object capturing the scenes of the battle had failed to pick up on it attacking Black and then burying him under the earth.
Just as he was thinking all this, with the sight of the Dumbledore's impure Mana, and the Eldritch Title Notification, flashing by his eyes repeatedly, Black saw Ron walking toward the Draco-gang with huge steps.
Black shared a glance with Harry and caught up to Ron.
"You... take back your words," Ron said, going red. "Professor Dumbledore..."
"... is old," Draco sneered, "weak, and..."
As the boys argued, Daphne silently stood on one side with her head down.
She didn't know what had happened. However, she knew it was related to Darcie. They hadn't let her even visit Darcie so far. When would all this be over?