Horcrux

The rising and falling screams echoed through a valley deep within the Appalachian Mountains, making this ominous night all the more sinister.

At the Ministry of Magic Congress's former outpost, the bodies of Vampires struck down by fatal blows spontaneously combusted into ash, carried upward by the turbulent air currents like plumes of smoke.

"You have to be ruthless, Amelia!"

With a sharp flash of silver light, Sirius pierced a Vampire through the chest. He turned to survey the situation and found Amelia, who had been following at his side, still fighting with the Disarming Charm. He could not help but roar,

"These Vampires have no intention of letting us leave alive. We have to make them completely incapable of fighting back too. The Disarming Charm alone won't cut it!"

A wave of incoming spell-light radiated a blinding glow, as though a high-powered searchlight had appeared right before her. Amelia instinctively narrowed her eyes. When those Charms struck the enormous magical barrier, it was like a torrential downpour battering the surface of a lake, and dents immediately appeared across the smooth, transparent shield.

"I understand, I just—"

The shrill, piercing screeches battered not only Amelia's eardrums, but also her tightly wound nerves.

In the hall before her eyes, Vampires died in wailing agony every second. Life had become the cheapest expendable commodity in war, and war's cruelty was laid bare before Amelia.

This was different from when she had been with Amosta in that Muggle café.

The terror and urgency of possibly losing one's life at any second drove people mad—made them lose their reason. In the end, the only thought left in their minds was to bring down any enemy who dared point a wand at them. And that was war.

With every swing of her arm, the youthful