I was in bed, eyes wide open at the canopy above. Everything had been set up in the lower courtrooms at the Ministry and were under the best protections and constant guard, all that was left was to invoke the magic stored in the rune-inscribed cauldron by pouring a life into it. Executing a Goblin Terrorist that was bent on killing as many Wizards as possible is one thing, but to use his own death to kill hundreds more?