If the Death Eaters led by Amycus Carrow were filled with panic and anger.
Then Professor McGonagall and the others.
Were watching Draco's disappearance with a certain amount of glee.
That said, they were also deeply puzzled as to how Draco had managed it.
Could there still be secrets inside Hogwarts that even professors like them did not know about?
"Minerva, do you know what's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Pomona. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what Mr. Malfoy has done either."
"If even you don't know..."
Although Professor Flitwick and the others were extremely curious, after hearing Professor McGonagall's explanation, they could only temporarily set their questions aside.
Partly because Minerva McGonagall was certainly not the kind of witch who would lie, and partly because this was truly not the right place to discuss such matters.
After all, not far away, the Carrow siblings were still questioning Snape.
And from the sound of it, things on that side seemed to be just about over.
"I hope you don't regret this, Severus!"
"I do not need you to worry about me, Carrow."
"Very well!"
After glaring viciously at Snape, the Carrow siblings led all the Death Eaters straight out of the Great Hall.
They had to respond to this matter somehow. Ideally, they had to find Draco and the others, along with where they had gone.
Otherwise, they would have no way to face their master's wrath.
The ominous magical aura surrounding the Carrow siblings was plain to see. Even the slowest person could feel the surging malice coming from them.
In response, the young wizards below could not help turning their gazes toward Snape, who was still Hogwarts' Headmaster in name.
They wanted to know what decision Snape would make next.
More precisely, they wanted to understand what those people intended to do.
They did not have to wait long.
Snape gathered his black robes around him and rose from his seat.
The silent gaze he swept over them made every young wizard feel as if the temperature had dropped, as if snowflakes were drifting through the air.
Only after everyone had quieted down did Snape speak with a cold smile. "I imagine... you all find this very amusing."
"......"
"But let me say this. You had best not do anything unnecessary, because that will only put you in danger."
"......"
"And I believe you certainly will not enjoy the rest of your school life."
With that.
After giving Professor McGonagall a look, Snape disappeared from everyone's sight like a black bat.
...
Draco Constellation base.
After a week had passed, everyone had more or less grown used to this way of life.
Although things had indeed become much busier, with regular magical training, and sometimes even wizard duels and practical combat.
Gradually, the sense of fulfillment from such a life, along with the security brought by growing stronger, made most of the young wizards come to like it.
After all.
What wizards believed in was power.
Only strength could give someone a voice in the magical world.
Compared with the Muggle world.
Among wizards, the law of the jungle was even more pronounced.
Because of that, under Draco's strict requirements, there were not many protests.
Within Draco Constellation's base, there was no shortage of places for entertainment.
On this weekend rest day, one could even see many young wizards sitting in one of the cafés, drinking coffee and eating small cakes.
What was especially unusual.
Was that it was hard to imagine a day when little lions and little snakes would sit at the same table, seriously discussing the tactics they had just used during practical training.
Beyond that, the staff working in this café were House-elves.
"How's the situation now?"
"Mm... it doesn't look good at all. Classes have been suspended, everyone has to eat in the Great Hall together, and they even take roll call before bed. They're clearly worried someone might suddenly disappear."
"Ha, that really does sound miserable."
"There's nothing to be done. But they have no idea what they're about to face."
While walking through the base, one could occasionally hear all kinds of news about the current situation at Hogwarts.
And from the content of their discussions, it was clear that the classmates who had not joined Draco Constellation were definitely not having an easy time.
While feeling relieved, they also believed even more in what Draco had told them.
...
At this moment.
Draco, who was also in this café, was eating desserts here with Pansy and the others.
A tiny body.
Big, round eyes.
The small figure that appeared beside the table was serving their order.
She was Winky, the House-elf Draco and the others had once met in the Hogwarts kitchen.
"How is it working here? Are you doing all right?"
"Very well, dear Miss Granger. Winky likes this work very much."
"That's wonderful. I thought you might not be willing to come here to work."
"No... if it is Lord Malfoy, I think everyone would be very willing."
Hearing this.
Hermione's expression was hard to describe. Whether it was disappointment or helplessness was difficult to say.
Because compared with the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association she had founded, Draco himself seemed to command far more trust from the House-elves. Within certain acceptable limits, they would even help Draco.
Seeing Hermione's dejected expression, Pansy, who was watching from the side, curled her lips teasingly. "That's why I said your so-called association has no meaning at all."
"Hah? What do you mean, no meaning? It just needs a little time. I'm not going to give up that easily."
"Rather than that, Granger, what you should be worrying about right now is whether Draco Constellation has enough supplies."
"...Don't think I don't know. You just want to have Draco all to yourself!"
Hermione, annoyed, directly exposed Pansy's little scheme.
Speaking of which.
These days, they no longer seemed to hide the fact that they liked Draco.
After all, even if they did not say it aloud, their usual behavior and those gentle looks in their eyes were enough for others to notice something was off.
So, hiding such things really did not have much meaning.
Of course, it was also very possible that they had begun to feel a sense of crisis.
And that was all because Draco had brought Fleur to Draco Constellation.