How Many People Died In Harry Potter Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a death list of those who did not survive the massacre last night. There was a low writhing sound as their names appeared on the white midsized board hanging over the bed opposite mine. I could have as easily been on this list. I barely even survived myself. Twenty-three people were dead. How was the Oakblood council okay with this? How was Kingsbury comfortable with any of this? And most importantly, how were the students themselves cool with having to kill each other? The last words on the paper. Rūsīr rigle ao māzigon, se rūsīr rigle shall ao jikagon.

Leon got behind the wheel and drove off, followed by Remy in the semi. "This isn't happening," Blayze said, running his hands through his hair. But it was. And wolves on both sides had died because Blayze and I weren't there to stop it. I would never forgive myself for this. Harlow There were thirteen dead in total. Nine Howlers and four Blood Dogs. I didn't even know all of their names. Lola, Grim, and Mac were amongst the dead that I did know.

I wrapped my arms around Susie, and together we silently grieved. “What about the others that were in the pack house? What are the casualty numbers?” I peered over Susie’s shoulder, and watched as Leo took charge of the situation. “What the fuck is it to do with you? It was your family that started this whole mess!” Harry’s voice was laced with hate as he spoke. “Harry, enough.” Kate placed her hand on his chest, and used their mate bond to calm him down. It was easy to see as he tried to fight the effects, before eventually giving in. “Six dead, four still missing.”

He sighed and sat on the chair opposite the table " I don't know why they make them believe that whatever potion they drank or spell was cast will save them from being caught." " I hate seeing innocent people die but nothing can be done about it. How many are left?" " Roughly, 3000. And fewer will be selected." He smirked " Some of them looked like they are hanging on the brink of consciousness by a thread. That bloody scene isn't for the faint hearted." " That little, huh? No problem. It's better than having traitors in the kingdom." I placed the seal on the document and stared at him " How's the importation coming up?"

If anything, he wanted to meet with everyone from Godly Food after the event, even if he could not eat breakfast. Reading the clarification, Zen relaxed a little and smiled. He gave Damian a small nod as the system administrator announced the final results. It wasn’t surprising that Damian was in last place, ranking #84. It was better than Zen’s first ranking, but that was due to having fewer students in this academy. A total of eight students died in this event, similar to the previous event. Zen couldn’t help but feel resentful at the duo who took this opportunity to murder for the sake of murdering. Not everyone was as lucky as him to have powerful party members.

"There were forty-five confirmed people inside, including the customers and the staff. Thirty-four died. The official public report is calling it severe mass food poisoning. Eleven survived." Caelith’s heart sank into a dark, hollow abyss. Thirty-four people. Thirty-four strangers were dead just because they happened to be near her when a trap was sprung. A sickening wave of hypocrisy washed over her, because beneath the horror, a shameful sense of relief bloomed, her friends were part of the eleven. "Zara is awake," Idris continued, his tone flat. "But she isn't here right now. The other guy has regained consciousness too, though he’s still incredibly weak."

"How many what?" "How many people died while I was unconscious?" "Elena, you need to focus on recovering…" "How many, Anna?" She exchanged a glance with Kieran, who nodded slightly. "Seventeen. We lost seventeen people in four days. Another thirty are critical right now." The bread turned to ash in my mouth. Seventeen people. Dead because I had pushed too hard, given too much, collapsed before I could… "Stop." Kieran's voice was firm. "I can see what you are thinking, and you are wrong. Those deaths aren't on you. You saved dozens before you collapsed. Hundreds, if we count everyone who recovered because of you."

They couldn't be anything over thirty at this point. Behind them, was an entire pack that had been brought down to ruins. Buildings had collapsed, blood all over the dusty ground like a red matteress. Children and women, all covered in dust and dirt were seated at a distance behind them. I edged forward, confused as to what was going on. Th children stated wailing, their mothers desperately trying to keep them quiet while tears ran down their cheeks. I stood behind a tree, and watched a guard run towards my father. "Another pack has been destroyed by the witches. A total population of over five hundred people, only four hundred and ninety one bodies have been accounted for." He reported and

I hugged my mentor. "Thank you, Pamela." "You are coming along nicely, Mr. Potter," Pamela patted my cheek. "Your praise leaves me suspicious, Professor Snape. Besides, if I'm going to die, it helps me to know you'll go first ." "That was uncalled for," Pamela chided me. It was the 'Snape' role she rejected. "Snape gave up his life for Harry, Dumbledore died for Draco," I countered. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," Pamela shone with joy and pride.

The ride back to camp felt like torture. Laura sat behind Dante on his horse, but she might as well have been alone. His back was rigid against her chest. Every muscle in his body screamed anger. Behind them, wagons carried the wounded villagers they'd managed to save. Thirty-seven people. Out of two hundred. The numbers kept spinning in Laura's head. One hundred and sixty-three dead. How many of those shadow wolves had been people like David? People with families, with children waiting for them to come home?