Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -46.

Clang, clang, clang...

The consistent sound of footsteps echoed from upstairs, the noise of leather shoes striking the floor felt like a foreboding of doom, overwhelming the hearts of every prisoner.

"The Aurors are coming in!"

The purebloods, who were gradually gaining the advantage, could barely contain their excitement as they listened to the footsteps from above.

Once the Aurors descended from upstairs and surrounded the prisoners from both sides, this cursed group of prisoners would likely not survive even a single round before being entirely wiped out by them.

"Damn it!" Among the prisoners, a fierce glint appeared in Arlis's eyes as he expertly cast a killing curse at the pureblood wizards, successfully ending the life of one pureblood wizard.

However, for the numerous Ministry of Magic officials, the loss of one or two wizards did not impact the overall battle dynamics.

With morale steadily increasing, the purebloods from the Ministry even initiated a counteroffensive.

"Armor Protection!" [Spell?]

With the sound of several incantations, large white protective shields emerged in front of the pureblood wizard positions.

Then, several pureblood wizards stepped out from behind the cover and unleashed attacks on the prisoners.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Terrifying killing curses were continuously unleashed from their wands, swiftly heading towards the prisoners.

In an instant, several prisoners lost their lives.

Lester, positioned at the back of the prisoners, had to act again, summoning the fiery giant python.

As soon as the fiery giant python appeared, it came under heavy fire from all the pureblood wizards of the Ministry.

Under the barrage of countless dark curses, the fiery giant python broke through a few protective shields before being scattered into numerous sparks, drifting in all directions.

"Boss, what should we do?" Seeing that Lester, who had once been invincible, had now lost his power, all the prisoners instinctively panicked.

The lecherous old man anxiously inquired of Lester how to respond to the next wave of attacks from the pureblood wizards.

Now, not only was there no advancement on the front line, but the rear was also about to face the fierce assaults from the Aurors, and many prisoners began to doubt their chances of surviving this conflict.

Hearing the lecherous old man's question, Lester looked up at the hopeful faces of the other prisoners.

"Don't worry, I still have a backup plan!"

Unlike the other prisoners who were extremely anxious, Lester appeared not only unafraid but also brimming with confidence.

Indeed, as he stated, he still had several contingency plans; the outcome of this battle was still uncertain!

As a World traveler, Lester was not intimidated by the prospect of defeating this group of inept Ministry officials, was he?

Perhaps influenced by Lester's confidence, the previously demoralized prisoners reignited their fighting spirit, managing to withstand the onslaught of the pureblood wizards once more.

However, from their vacant expressions, it was evident that they did not hold high hopes for Lester.

After all, even if they could overcome the hundreds of pureblood officials from the Ministry in front of them, how would they confront those seasoned Aurors behind them?

It should be noted that aside from the pureblood second-generation wizards who entered the Auror ranks due to their family connections, all other wizards in the Auror team were genuinely skilled wizards. Not to mention one against ten, but even one against two dark wizards like them was still quite manageable.

Soon, the uniform sound of footsteps gradually approached from the secure passage behind the prisoners, and the noise grew louder. Clearly, the prisoners understood that this was a sign that the Auror team was nearing the battlefield.

"Confringo!"

The synchronized incantation resonated in the secure passage.

Simultaneously, as they chanted, the door behind Lester and the others was forcefully blown off.

Being at the very back of the prisoners, Lester was the first to confront the heavy iron door hurtling towards him.

Gazing at the iron door racing towards him, there was no hint of panic in Lester's eyes as he calmly recited the spell.

"Protego Diabolica!"

In an instant, a blue barrier of fierce flames materialized out of thin air in front of him.

The iron door, which had been charging forward, instantly transformed into a pool of molten iron upon contact with the fierce fire barrier, splattering onto the ground and causing the floor to sizzle.

At the same time, just as the fierce fire barrier emerged, Lester hurled the brick he was holding with all his strength.

With the enhancement of magic, this black brick flew directly towards the newly arrived Auror squad.

"Watch out!" Seeing the black brick suddenly hurtling towards them, the leading elite Auror shouted loudly, simultaneously casting a protective spell.

With the movement of the elite Auror Moody, the other Aurors quickly followed suit, all raising white protective shields while cautiously observing the black brick thrown by Lester.

As the commander of this Auror squad, the mad-eyed Moody cautiously approached, using his magical eye that could see through all illusions to scrutinize the brick closely.

"This is a portkey!" Soon, the knowledgeable Moody identified the black brick as a portkey.

Then Moody's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly lunged to the side while shouting, "Everyone, focus on the portkey!"

Sure enough, as soon as Moody moved aside, the portkey began to shake violently.

Then, a cold aura gradually emanated from this small portkey.

As this cold aura continued to spread, the Aurors, who had initially been full of fighting spirit, began to display expressions of pain, as if their joy was being uncontrollably drained away.

"Why should I serve these pureblood aristocrats?"

"Why, after working for so many years, am I still a low-ranking Auror without even a decent position in the Ministry of Magic?!"

"Why can those purebloods take my credit without contributing anything?!!!"

"Purebloods are all in leadership roles, while we Muggle-born wizards are merely soldiers ready to be sacrificed. Is this Ministry of Magic truly worth my service?"

Although the Auror squad is the only violent agency within the Ministry of Magic, due to the high mortality rate of the Aurors, almost no purebloods were willing to become regular Aurors.

Therefore, to fill the vacancies in the Auror positions, the Ministry of Magic typically recruits a large number of Muggle-born wizards to serve as the lowest-ranking Aurors.

Then, they opt to let the noble purebloods take charge to manage these Muggle-born Aurors.

You naturally cannot restrain those arrogant purebloods from oppressing others, so under the influence of the Dementors, almost all Aurors recalled their painful memories of being oppressed by purebloods.

Many Aurors with weak willpower directly threw their wands to the ground and crouched down, holding their heads in agony.

"Damn Dementors!!!"

Moody, who was also enduring the pain, glared at the Dementors slowly emerging from the key and spat out angry words through clenched teeth.

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