Chapter 468: The Dark Mark
The voices of the Aurors outside reached them in the tent. Charlie let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't resist lifting his foot to give Malfoy a swift kick.
"A rare opportunity..." Charlie said to Kyle with a grin. "This guy was laughing the hardest just now, and he was also the first to use the Cruciatus Curse. I've been wanting to do that for ages."
"Cruciatus Curse?" Kyle's expression darkened. "So you all...?"
"Oh, don't worry about it, Dad handled it. Malfoy was lucky he got away with it... twice," Charlie muttered, growing angry again as he raised his foot once more and delivered another kick to Malfoy's stomach.
Malfoy stirred, showing faint signs of waking up, but Charlie quickly hit him with a Stunning Spell and continued his kicks for good measure. Kyle approached, holding a potion bottle in his hand.
The commotion outside began to quiet down, and the flashes in the sky faded, the chaos settling as the night grew still.
About an hour later, Mr. Weasley returned with a group of stern-faced Aurors. As they stepped into the tent, their gazes fell on the bound figures in the corner.
"By Merlin's beard!" one of the Aurors exclaimed, clearly recognizing the captives. "They're all from prominent pure-blood families... Arthur, are you sure there's been no mistake?"
"Absolutely certain, Dawlish," Mr. Weasley replied, pointing to the pile of hoods and masks nearby. "These were all on them. Madam Olympe Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy, can testify to this."