“Move, move.” Draco ordered the boys as they alighted from the trucks one after the other.

He was holding a long gun firmly to his chest, using his other hand to support his words, which came out in a yell.

The boys understood the language well, as none of them had a smile on their face. They knew what today was, for them and the family. It wasn't like any usual operation.

They were all fully armed with guns and some hidden knives, just in case. Their boots made tough sounds with the ground as they marched, more like run into the warehouse. Draco followed behind when he was sure...