As time passed, the Death Eater legion began to show signs of decline.
Most of these Dark Wizards were essentially scattered rabble who had come to Britain to profit under the Dark Lord's name. They might have been skilled, but they lacked the resolve to swear undying loyalty to the Dark Lord.
And war was the quickest way to make people grow.
Though the Ministry of Magic's Hit Wizards lacked experience, at the very least, their convictions were pure and their goals righteous.
As they watched comrades fall one after another beneath the Dark Wizards' oppression, the courage born of hatred gave them the determination never to retreat.
Under the "rough" command of Alastor and the experienced Aurors who had joined the battle, they began deliberately encircling the dark wizard legion.
From above, one could see that the legion brought by the Death Eaters was gradually being split apart and surrounded by the Hit Wizards.
Most of them, however, had yet to notice.
Meanwhile, Sirius and Malfoy's duel continued.
Whoosh!
A bookshelf lying in the mud transformed under Sirius's Transfiguration into thumb-thick vines, which shot through the air and wrapped around Malfoy's legs.
Malfoy sharply lashed the air, and the vines burst into fierce flames as soon as they drew near him, turning to ash in the blink of an eye.
Before Malfoy could even catch his breath, Sirius's next attack came hard on its heels.
Silver, crescent-shaped flashes lit up within the dark curtain of rain, slicing through the air with piercing shrieks that made one's scalp tingle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Malfoy's wand swung repeatedly. Between blasting apart the silver lights, he returned fire with black spell-light, setting off explosions near Sirius's position!
"Have you become so obsessed with gold that you've lost your edge, Malfoy?!"
Sirius darted behind