The Department of Mysteries had taken a beating on its own turf before, but this time felt somehow different.
Soren.
The pressure that man brought to bear on the Department of Mysteries was even greater than Voldemort at the height of his power!
"I'm telling you, if Felina and I hadn't run fast, you'd be searching for our bodies somewhere outside London right now.
It was terrifying. Absolutely terrifying."
As he spoke, Bode poured liquor into his mouth, still shaken. His thick beard trembled along with his jaw.
There was no describing the feeling of having come so close to death.
He had been that close to never seeing another sunrise!
"Come on, Felina. Was Soren really that much trouble?"
Looking at the pair's deathly pale faces, many of the Department of Mysteries' Aurors were skeptical.
He was just a Dark wizard. Their department had personally executed hundreds of them, if not a thousand. Was there really any need to make such a fuss?
"I don't know. I don't know how to describe it."
Felina bit her lip. Her gold-rimmed glasses sat crookedly on her nose, and she had none of the poise of a Ministry elite left.
After a few seconds of thought, she let out a deep breath.
"All I can say is, it felt like standing unarmed in front of a giant.
The moment the magic inside him erupted, your mind went blank. You might even forget to raise your wand."
Two Department of Mysteries elites had been scared off by an unknown Dark wizard. It was obviously humiliating.
But Bode and Felina hadn't hidden the truth just to save face.
Strong was strong. Weak was weak.
They even suspected that the entire Department of Mysteries acting together might not be able to threaten Soren, let alone