After Dolores Umbridge was taken away, the Aurors all breathed a sigh of relief. Then, urged on by Yaxley, they continued deeper into the courtroom to capture the criminals who had broken into the Ministry of Magic. However, things did not go smoothly.
Facing the passageway shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, the Aurors tried every method they could think of, yet they still could not disperse the thick, clinging darkness before them.
In the end, under the threats and inducements of the Death Eaters behind them, they could only grit their teeth and charge forward. Somehow, they stepped on something slippery, lost their balance, and fell flat on the ground.
That fall caused the others plenty of misery.
Listening to the cries of alarm and screams coming from the darkness, the Death Eaters waiting patiently for the outcome all looked grim.
They exchanged glances, but no one was willing to rush into the darkness ahead.
No one here was an idiot. Knowing there was a trap ahead and still charging headfirst into it—how stupid would that be?
The Aurors truly had no choice, but the Death Eaters did. Naturally, they were unwilling to "throw away their lives."
"What do we do now?"
McNeil looked extremely grim. The enemy had used only a few little tricks to restrain them so easily.
"How about... we wait a little longer? They can't escape anyway," Cinkness suggested, knowing full well that no one wanted to take the risk.
"No. This is obviously meant to buy time. No matter what the enemy is trying to do, we can't let them have their way."
Though Yaxley had no idea why the people inside wanted to stall for time, experience told him it was best not to let them succeed.
In truth, it was merely a simple