Hogtied at Hogwarts

It was morning now and the sun had just peaked over the horizon. Thin rays of sunlight sneaked through small holes at the tops of the grimy basement walls of Hogwarts. The Special Forces squad knew that the time to find and apprehend Lord Fiddlesticks was at hand. Quickly and silently, they placed an explosive charge on the door to the ground floor and waited. Upon hearing the first blasts of the artillery guns, they blew the charge. The door flew from its hinges and slammed into the wall adjacent to it and the six squad members filed out in groups of two to search for Lord Fiddlesticks.
They split off and went in three different directions. The first group, Foxtrot One, would search the first two floors, the second group, Foxtrot Two, would explore the other cellars, and the third group, Foxtrot Three, would disperse to the upper levels and attic of the building. Armed with rubber bullets and beanbag shotguns, the groups picked off any wizards who stood in their way, dodging flying spells as they went. Eventually, Foxtrot One found Fiddlesticks hiding under a table in the dining hall.
Silently, Foxtrot One called the other groups over the radio. “Foxtrot Two, Three, this is Foxtrot One. We have found the package. Repeat, we have found the package. Location, dining hall. Requesting immediate assistance. Over.” The two other teams then responded and ran to the hall.
Within seconds of arriving, they immediately began their advance on the dangerous wizard. “You’ll never catch me alive!” yelled Lord Fiddlesticks as he launched spells haphazardly in the squad’s direction. They quickly took cover and began firing back. After a few minutes of constant gunfire and spellfire, the team managed to hit Lord Fiddlesticks in the face with a beanbag and knocked him out. They converged on his location, removed his wand, hogtied him, and began carrying him out. By this time, the main army had just penetrated the castle. With fighting and gunfire all around, it was too dangerous and risky to try to carry the wizard out from the ground floor, so the squad started ascending the staircases. Two of the men carried Lord Fiddlesticks, while the other four squad members covered them.
After approximately five minutes, they reached the roof of the castle, at which time the leader of the squad got on the radio. “Command, this is Foxtrot, requesting helicopter transport ASAP, over!” he yelled into the microphone as explosions sounded from the floors below. It wouldn’t be long before the building collapsed.
“Roger, Foxtrot, the helicopter is approaching.” After approximately six minutes, the Blackhawk helicopter arrived and evacuated the team and its captive, transporting them to the evac site just within the edge of the forest.