Klein remembered a movie he'd really liked from many years ago. In it, a sharply dressed villain had delivered a line that was incredibly badass.
"I'm here because I want to kill you two—or be killed by you."
Those words perfectly captured the essence of his purpose here.
Yeah.
Simply put, he'd come to the Ministry of Magic alone this time because he was looking to get himself killed.
"Strange. Where did everyone go?"
Leading a monster formed from Fiendfyre from the entrance of the reception hall to its very center, Klein couldn't help but grow anxious.
So much time had passed, and most people had already run off. Why hadn't anyone from the Ministry come to stop him?
If he kept this act up, it'd be hard to wrap things up!
In truth, the Ministry couldn't be entirely blamed. No one—not even Cornelius Fudge—had expected the enchantments that had protected the Ministry for so many years to be broken so easily.
They'd been dealt a crushing blow before the battle had even begun. It was only natural that the Ministry's Aurors were stunned.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Still, they knew the saying: you could run from a monk, but you couldn't run from his temple.
Even without the protective array, the enemy was already at their doorstep. Where else could they hide?
They had no choice but to steel themselves and face him.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Magical light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the hall was filled with solemn-looking witches and wizards, all gripping their wands.
Klein's spirits lifted.
The Ministry of Magic Aurors he'd been waiting for had finally shown up.
"Good evening, everyone. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you'll be kind to me."
Relaxing, Klein looked over