In no way did Ernest want to be moved 'somewhere safe.' He wanted to be here, in the middle of the chaos, ensuring that the escaped creatures were being recaptured in the proper way. He wanted to be useful. In the moment, though, that seemed fairly unlikely. What use could he be if he couldn't even stand? He was immobile and in a good deal of pain, and for the moment he was still wandless. The only thing he was while he remained lying here on the ground was a liability.

"Yes," he finally said through gritted teeth. "But I need my wand first. I can't leave here without it."