Five minutes later, every wand stopped casting and fell to the ground—not a second early, not a second late.
Bidou waved his hand, gathering up every wand on the floor. Then, without looking back, he headed toward the Death Chamber.
He needed to leave behind certain traces in the Death Chamber while erasing others.
It was delicate work.
Wherever Bidou passed, orange-yellow flames suddenly sprang up.
The flames did not spread. They simply burned quietly, then extinguished themselves after erasing certain traces.
Only after the ceasefire had lasted a full three minutes did the Aurors, led by Professor Dumbledore and arranged in a defensive formation, carefully make their way through the corridor.
The Aurors had long noticed that the other side seemed to have given up resisting; no spells had flown their way for quite some time.
But no one dared let their guard down. After all, five minutes earlier, the other side had suddenly stopped firing for fifteen seconds.
At the time, everyone had been buzzing with speculation. During the tenth second of the ceasefire, one bold Auror assumed the enemy was exhausted and taking a break, and that his chance had come. He charged forward at the head of the group.
Then... just as he was about to reach the end of the passage, a barrage of Stunning Spells blasted him into the wall. He was still lying there in the middle of the corridor, playing dead.
That made all the other eager Aurors decisively stop in their tracks and deeply realize that it was a trap.
So this continued ceasefire was naturally regarded by the Aurors as another trap.
After waiting three minutes, Professor Dumbledore personally raised a magical barrier and took the lead, bringing the Aurors inside to investigate.
When they saw the completely empty