"MINISTRY AURORS! PUT DOWN YOUR WANDS!" Proudfoot, Harry, and a few Hit Wizards I couldn't recognize were casting Expelliarmus into the area and I dashed to hide behind some refuse for cover, only to find some scared witches shove me away from them in fear that I'd cause spells to come their way. A strange sound like a loud fizzing went by, and I barely had time to recognize it as a shoulder-mounted RPG being fired from behind me. Someone cast a deflecting charm on the rocket-propelled grenade instead of vanishing it, leaving it to fly wild and explode overhead, raining shrapnel all over them.