After Umbridge was taken away, the Aurors all breathed a sigh of relief. Then, urged on by Yaxley, they continued deeper into the Judgment Chamber to capture the criminals who had broken into the Ministry of Magic. However, things did not go smoothly.
Staring at the passage shrouded in impenetrable darkness, the Aurors tried all sorts of methods, but none could dispel the thick darkness before them.
In the end, under the threats and inducements of the Death Eaters behind them, they could only bite the bullet and charge forward. Somehow, one of them stepped on something slippery, lost his balance, and fell flat on the ground.
That fall made things miserable for everyone else.
Listening to the cries and screams coming from the darkness, the Death Eaters who had been patiently waiting for the result all looked rather 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 into it headfirst—how stupid would one have to be?
The Aurors had no choice, but the Death Eaters did. Naturally, they had no desire to "throw away their lives."
"What do we do now?"
Macnair looked awful. The enemy had used only a few minor tricks to hold them all back with ease.
"How about... we wait a little longer? They can't get away anyway," Thicknesse suggested, knowing full well that no one wanted to take the risk.
"No. This is obviously meant to buy time. Whatever the enemy is trying to do, we can't let them get their way."
Yaxley did not know why the people inside wanted to stall for time, but experience told him it was best not to let them succeed.
In truth, it was a simple