"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Multicolored lights flashed as spells flew back and forth.
The second basement level of the Ministry of Magic had become a battlefield, with both sides attacking and defending.
The Death Eaters had the numbers, but the Ministry employees had the advantage of the terrain.
Familiar with their surroundings, a small group had managed to hold back the tide of attackers.
"Hold on! Our reinforcements will be here soon."
The Aurors who had come from the Auror's Office led the office staff in doing their best to buy time. Fortunately, the Department of Mysteries on the ninth basement level had also sent some people to help. Otherwise, the second floor would have fallen long ago.
"Kill them!"
Bellatrix was the loudest among the Death Eaters.
After all these years, she had never felt so exhilarated.
"Stand your ground!"
As their comrades fell one by one, the Ministry employees fought back tears and gritted their teeth.
Arthur Weasley, mixed in with the crowd, struggled across the scorch-marked floor, a wand in one hand and a pistol in the other.
He didn't shout. He simply cast spells and fired his gun. In the end, he killed more enemies than even the specially trained Aurors.
"Hmph."
Frustrated by the lack of progress, Voldemort was displeased.
He drew his newly acquired wand. The magical prodigy, who had been quiet for more than a decade, finally revealed once more the fearsome power of the Dark Lord.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The ancient curse stirred the magic, and its sickly green light drowned out all the noise.
An unlucky Auror was struck by the spell and died instantly, collapsing heavily to the ground.
The atmosphere fell silent.
"Roar!"
A second later, the Death Eaters cheered, feeling an endless surge of strength flood their bodies.
The Ministry