The Late Arrival of Scrimgeour

These Death Eaters had never experienced anything like this. In the past, they had either been high-and-mighty nobles or ruthless Dark Wizards.

When facing most wizards, they only had to show their faces to make their opponents tremble with fear, sometimes even wetting themselves on the spot. Apart from the hardliners in the Order of the Phoenix, no one dared put on airs in front of them.

So even after spending more than ten years locked up in Azkaban, they still looked down on other wizards.

That instinctive sense of superiority carried over into battle, where they often put themselves in the role of aggressor and abuser. No matter who their enemy was, they assumed from the start that they were the stronger side.

And before, Anduin had been nothing more than a cunning, sinister sort who had captured the Dark Lord while he was in poor condition. Seeing how young he looked had only reinforced that impression in their minds.

So when Anduin carved straight through them with a single strike, and even their leader, Rodolphus, died on the spot, the shock was far greater than they could have imagined.

They had never seen a wizard so vicious, whose methods were even more brutal and cruel than those of the Death Eaters. Several of them were left stunned on the spot.

"Run!"

Perhaps their pride had been completely shattered. The Death Eaters were no longer the disciplined group they had been before. A Dark Wizard shouted in desperation, then was the first to cast Apparition and vanish from the spot.

His warning sent the Death Eaters scrambling to escape with Apparition. They were truly terrified of Anduin; they could barely even imagine continuing to fight him.

Still, before leaving, they remembered Rodolphus's last order and took Boris with them.