They’d publicly executed Jimmy Peakes just a few days ago, which Harry had been gutted to learn about. He’d always been a reliable wizard, tough and gnarly, a wizard who preferred blunt-force trauma to Harry’s delicate subtlety, but he was a worldly sort. To lose him was a blow, but Harry knew he’d had a death wish since the demise of his close mate, Ernie MacMillan. Jimmy had never forgiven himself, for not being there the night Malfoy had butchered MacMillan, and it was only a matter of time before he martyred himself for the cause.