Pov Evelyn,
I cleaned my katana of the Death Eaters' blood and sheathed it before beginning the investigation of this case.
I hadn't planned to kill all the Death Eaters — the first one I decapitated was just meant to destabilize the enemy, so we could capture the others after dealing them serious, but non-fatal, wounds.
Unfortunately, the unconscious ones were all stabbed by a red rose, its color so vivid it could be mistaken for blood.
I examined the rose a little — it contains a powerful poison, deadly to anyone who inhales its fragrance or gets pricked by its thorns.
"Are you all right, Evelyn?"
"I'm fine. I'm just wondering how a rose with such a high level of poison can exist in this world."
It's a major question. I know this rose isn't natural — no book, whether ancient or modern, mentions anything like it.
Maybe I should ask the former Demon King… He might know something about this cursed flower.
The other intriguing thing was the person who had blocked my attacks.
I only saw a flash, but I'm sure it was someone wielding a weapon similar to my katana — it would never have produced lightning on impact otherwise.
When I looked at my blade, I noticed a small mark, proof that whatever I had clashed with was dangerous enough to damage my weapon.
As I was lost in thought, an Auror approached me, wanting to speak.
"Why did you kill them?"
"The first one was to shock them enough so we could rescue the Muggles.
The other attacks were meant to incapacitate and capture.
I don't know what killed them in the end, but whatever it was… it's dangerous."
The conclusion was clear: all the Death Eaters present were individuals long suspected but who had somehow escaped Azkaban.
Some were even far too young to have fought in the war ten years ago.
The one I had taken down was Walden Macnair — the man who was supposed to execute Buckbeak.
I know he's hunted a lot of magical creatures. It seems karma finally caught up with him. Serves him right.
"Do you know who cast the Dark Mark?"
"No, but someone is heading toward the location where the spell was launched."
"In my opinion, they won't find anything concrete — the caster probably already escaped."
We discussed the measures that should be taken against other known Death Eaters who had managed to avoid Azkaban.
There's a strong chance they're involved, but I have a bad feeling it won't be easy to investigate.
The person responsible for the red rose attack could strike them if they're captured — and stopping that assassin would be nearly impossible for an ordinary wizard.
Someone came to report that the one who cast the Dark Mark was apparently Winky.
But there's serious doubt about that — she's Crouch's house-elf, and she despises everything related to dark magic.
One of the pieces of evidence that could incriminate Winky was that she had a wand next to her — the same wand that had cast the Dark Mark.
The worst part of all this was that it turned out to be Harry's wand. I don't even know how he lost it.
"What a complicated case…"
The rest of the night, we thought about what actions to take and tried to understand why the Death Eaters had revealed themselves like that.
Two or three days later, I visited the Weasleys, as they had been right in the middle of this whole affair.
Hermione wouldn't stop protesting about how wizards treated their house-elves, saying she found it absolutely shameful.
"I can't say that Crouch was morally right to fire Winky for an incident like this," I told her, "but according to wizarding law, that's how a house-elf is expected to be treated."
"That's just slavery!" Hermione snapped.
"You're right… but the whole house-elf situation is very complex and extremely old. If you want, I can prepare a special class on house-elves, so you understand why it's not something you can fix overnight."
After all, it's an old war story and a ritual that is now impossible to reproduce.
I went home to prepare for the class, which might take quite a while.
Pov General,
Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, a person dressed in clothes far too elegant for the setting — wearing gloves that subtly revealed her immense wealth — was watching a small orb, about the size of her hand.
Inside, the orb repeated the scene of Evelyn decapitating Macnair, over and over.
She analyzed every detail: the timing, the reactions, the precision — before calmly crushing the sphere in her hand.
"It seems Diablora-sama has taken an interest in someone truly fascinating."
On her right eye, the number four could be seen.
On her left, the word Greed.
"Now that this is over… let's go see Lux."
And with that, she vanished, returning to her world.