Creak~
The old, neglected oak door groaned as three Aurors carefully slipped through the gap.
The Aurors left behind to guard the area watched their backs nervously, quickly casting protective, repelling, and detection Charms around them.
Aurors' missions were often extremely dangerous, which had made them exceedingly cautious.
Alice Longbottom (Neville's mother), the highest-ranking Auror left behind, began directing everyone to set up a perimeter. She selected two people to stand ready to go in and help at a moment's notice.
In fact, the group that had rushed in hadn't encountered any danger.
As soon as Montgomery entered, he saw Anton tormenting a strange-looking young woman.
Anton's left hand was raised high, gripping the girl's slender, fair neck. With his right hand, he brandished his wand, summoning bolts of lightning that plunged down from some unknown height and pierced her again and again.
With every strike, the girl grew more translucent, her entire body taking on an eerie, deep blue hue.
"I refuse to accept this!"
The girl wailed.
"Wizard, I refuse to accept this! I want revenge!"
Anton's gaze was cold, devoid of pity. He stared at her as if she were a doll.
"I've never bothered to distinguish right from wrong. As a Siren, you killed countless sailors and pirates. Then, all because of some so-called love, a pirate captured you and brought you back to serve as a tavern mascot and draw in customers..."
Anton curled his lip. "Can you tell good from evil? No. There are only sides to choose, and I'm not on humanity's side, nor yours. I only care about what I want!"
"I'll ask you one last time. Either die and begin a new journey in life..."
"Or merge with the Ritual Magic here and serve me!"
The Siren put on a pitiful