There were more of them.

A lot more.

The rickety bridge soon thundered with the stomps of another massive throng of followers, creaking and groaning under the weight of them. Wands drawn, some jeering and shouting, others already throwing out stunning spells and cruciatus curses toward anyone that might stand in their way. The group pressed on—following the former headmistress toward the courtyard. They were here to fight. They were here to win. And they were ready to do whatever it took.