Death Eaters, Run!

Lucius flickered into view atop Malfoy Castle. The wild wind made his wizard's robes flap loudly, and his platinum-blond hair streamed behind him.

After casting one reluctant glance at Malfoy Castle below, Lucius fixed his gaze on the hundreds of figures racing toward him from afar.

Lucius glared furiously and roared, "Voldemort! I, Lucius Malfoy, respect you and am willing to call you the Dark Lord, but if you intend to wipe out Lucius Malfoy, then you're a fucking damned two-hole electrical outlet!"

As Lucius roared, he drove the silver snake-headed Wand in his hand viciously into Malfoy Castle beneath his feet.

Enormous magic flowed through the magical circuits hidden within Malfoy Castle and, in an instant, poured deep underground beneath Malfoy Manor, igniting the fuses of the ten Alchemical Shells buried there!

Feeling the violent tremors beneath him, Lucius gave a resolute grin and softly said, "Farewell, Malfoy Manor..."

A Cross-border Portkey appeared in Lucius's hand. In a flash of white light, his body vanished from Malfoy Manor just before the cataclysmic blast wave swallowed him.

At the same time, one kilometer away.

Shrouded in black smoke, Voldemort, who had been speeding toward Malfoy Manor, abruptly stopped. He watched the still brightly lit manor with a grave expression.

For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly rose within him.

Voldemort had stopped, but the Death Eaters failed to notice. The black-smoke magic exclusive to Death Eaters was not slow, and the fastest among them had already reached the edge of Malfoy Manor.

Streams of orange-red Bombarda light shot forth and blasted toward the walls surrounding Malfoy Manor. Beneath their silver masks, the Death Eaters wore expressions of madness and bloodlust. Killing and destruction filled them with incomparable excitement.

But at that moment, violent tremors rose from deep beneath Malfoy Manor.