"Kill them!"
Bellatrix Lestrange's cold words had barely fallen when Rastaban charged at Vincent like a mad dog, heedless of everything.
Faced with vicious curses and frenzied attacks, Vincent handled them calmly without even drawing his wand.
The oddly angled spells all struck magical barriers that appeared out of thin air just before they could hit him.
His counterattacks, meanwhile, left Rastaban in a sorry state. Strange blue rays came one after another; if he reacted even a beat too slowly, they would slice across his body and leave another long scar.
There was even less need to mention Dumbledore's side. He moved with the ease of a stroll through a garden.
The Death Eaters' spells either canceled each other out or were effortlessly neutralized by birds or shields created through Transfiguration.
He even had enough room to control the scope of the battle, preventing the Death Eaters' spells from causing greater damage.
Bellatrix Lestrange, who had not joined the fight, looked increasingly grim.
According to the original plan, even if tonight's operation had been discovered by Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, they should at least have been able to delay them for twenty minutes. But now...
"Bellatrix!" The Death Eater who had been hiding behind Bellatrix Lestrange finally revealed his true identity. He was Walden Macnair, an executioner of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the official responsible for carrying out death sentences for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures.
"I can't hold on! Come help!"
He went to assist Rastaban, but the moment he joined the fight, he was targeted. His cloak became nothing but a rag, leaving his face completely exposed.
Vincent remembered him. When he had previously disguised himself as Scrimgeour to apply for documents at the Department of Magical Law