"Wake him up?" Uncle Scar's brow furrowed. "How? Get closer and shout? That Black Light..."
"Just shout!" Ron cut him off, a glint of reckless resolve in his eyes. "We don't dare get close, but we can shout! Shout loudly! Sir is so powerful, he might hear us! This is the only thing we can do, and it seems like the most direct method available! It's better to try than to do nothing!"
Uncle Scar looked at Ron's face, a mixture of fear and determination, then glanced at the mass of darkness that seemed to be silently expanding.
Ron was right. This might be the only sensible option they had, one that didn't require them to charge in and get themselves killed.
"Alright!" Uncle Scar squeezed out a single word, no longer hesitating.
He took a deep breath and, with all his might, yelled hoarsely at the figure enveloped in the Black Light, "Sir! Wake up! Sir!!"
Ron immediately joined in, "Sir! What's happening to you! Wake up!! Sir—!!"
