Behind The Chaos!

In the days that followed, Harry worked tirelessly, not just to strengthen the school's defenses but also to gather intelligence. Rumors swirled of fighters across Malian City disappearing in the night, their abductions shrouded in mystery. Meanwhile, the gangs in the city, once relatively subdued, were becoming more aggressive, their actions hinting at a larger, more coordinated effort.

As he stood in the training hall one evening, watching the younger students sparring with determination

Harry's expression was a mask of skepticism as he sat alone, his thoughts heavy with the implications of the Black Council's recent actions.

'They're reckless,' he mused, his fingers drumming lightly against the table. 'At this rate, it wouldn't surprise me if they came banging on our doors outright.'