The Ambush in the Interrogation Room Is Virtually Inescapable / Pureblood Vampires Strike Terror into Everyone's Hearts

As for those players who simply couldn't be notified, there was nothing the players could do.

For example, the Hog's Head Inn was already empty before the players arrived, except for a sleeping girl spirit in a painting...

Chapter 484 The ambush in the interrogation room was practically a death sentence.

In an interrogation room on the tenth basement level of the Britain Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore had been waiting for almost two hours.

During this time, Dumbledore couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with what had just happened.

He felt that Kingsley Shacklebolt's plan was very problematic. The Ministry of Magic had been holding Peter Pettigrew for several days now. If they couldn't get any information out of Peter Pettigrew and wanted his help, then Kingsley Shacklebolt should have notified him long ago.

But he didn't do that. Even when I saw him just now, he didn't bring it up on his own initiative... It was only after I mentioned the Prophecy that he came up with this idea on the spot.

Dumbledore had been too anxious to think things through, but now it seemed rather out of character for Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Another point of contention is Fudge's attitude.

Based on Dumbledore's understanding of Fudge, if the guy hadn't gotten the information he wanted by now, he would definitely have no patience to wait any longer and would have given Peter Pettigrew a Dementor's Kiss.

So... was there a problem with the information Kingsley Shacklebolt gave me before?

All of the above were just speculations. However, when Dumbledore overheard some Auror were probably changing shifts, entering the interrogation room next door, but then not hearing anyone come out again, he finally began to feel uneasy.

So Dumbledore used his family's special ability to make Fawkes, who was far away at Hogwarts, sense it.

Sigh... I hope that after meeting Fawkes, my younger brother will think of gathering the members of the Order of the Phoenix to be on standby.

Of course, I also hope I'm just being paranoid...

As Dumbledore was thinking this, he suddenly heard someone enter the interrogation room next door!

This time, he really couldn't sit still anymore.

However, just as he hurried to the door, preparing to try and break into Peter Pettigrew's interrogation room to find out what was going on, the door suddenly opened.

"Haha, Albus, I knew you'd be impatient." Kingsley Shacklebolt greeted Dumbledore warmly. "I've already spoken to Cornelius Fudge, and he's agreed to let you come and help. We just need to wait a little longer and make it look like you just arrived from Hogwarts..."

"No, I don't think that will work, Kingsley Shacklebolt." However, faced with Kingsley Shacklebolt's seemingly 'safe' suggestion, Dumbledore immediately refused, "I need to see Peter Pettigrew right now, immediately!"

"Is that so... Alright then, I'll lead the way." Kingsley Shacklebolt's expression was slightly flustered, but he quickly composed himself and led Dumbledore toward the interrogation room next door.

"Please come in, Albus, Peter Pettigrew is imprisoned here." Kingsley Shacklebolt gestured for him to enter after they reached the doorway.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt, I hope I won't disappoint you." Dumbledore gave Kingsley Shacklebolt a deep look. He could clearly see the evasiveness in the other man's eyes, but he couldn't discern what was hidden in his heart.

"It seems they used Occlumency..." Dumbledore thought to himself.

However, he made his decision very quickly.

Trelawney's Prophecy cannot be ignored, and now that I am here, I must find out the secret of Peter Pettigrew!

So Dumbledore a cold expression... but then he froze in place, completely stunned.

What appeared before him was neither the ambush he had anticipated, nor a normal interrogation room.

Dumbledore only saw two enormous wardrobes, and from the open wardrobe doors, two ashen-faced corpses crashed to the ground!

An old woman covered in wounds, and a young girl whose eyes still held tears, but who was already lifeless!

"Mother, Ariana Dumbledore ..."

Dumbledore's eyes went unfocused for a moment. He knew perfectly well that he had seen the Boggart and that he should immediately use his Riddikulus to drive them away.

But Dumbledore was powerless at this moment to provide the power of laughter that was truly needed to expel the Boggart, because he simply couldn't laugh.

"Roar..."

A deep, chilling sound came from all around. It was the Dementor that slithered along the walls to Dumbledore's side. Their breath took away the warmth from the air and greedily plundered all the pleasure he had.

"Patronus Charm!"

"Confringo!!"

So, as if it were a pre-recorded script, Dumbledore waved his wand and immediately summoned his Phoenix Patronus, instantly driving away the Dementor that were harassing him, and at the same time knocking the two Boggart, who had turned into corpses, far away.

Behind him, a violent explosion suddenly struck without warning, and the powerful shockwave swept over his body, throwing him directly into the room!

The door behind him was slammed shut, and at that moment, bursts of magical light, like a rain of arrows, suddenly Accio the room from all directions!

Avada Kedavra! Cruciatus Curse! Confringo! Reducto! Sand Bombarda...

Countless lights and shadows flew about, and almost every imaginable powerful curse roared in an instant, clearly intended to kill Dumbledore without any doubt!

"Protego Maxima!"

However, faced with a situation that would be almost certain death for most wizards, Dumbledore remained calm and composed. He quickly Wandless Magic to create a protective barrier around himself, and then sprang to his feet and began moving around the room at lightning speed.

At the same time, he used his free hand to quickly manipulate two wardrobes to float and rotate around him, barely blocking the most threatening Killing Curse; while his other hand began to rapidly wave spells, releasing dazzling points of light to retaliate!

At this moment, his wand danced skillfully at his fingertips, his entire hand seemingly transformed into a nimble dancer, displaying dazzling dance moves and streaks of light flashing by with each flick of his wrist!

Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt, who was blocking the doorway, was the first to be hit. His Shattered Reducto missed its target, and he was instead knocked unconscious by Dumbledore's Sleeping Curse.

After a frantic barrage of spells that seemed to put one in the life or death, Dumbledore managed to withstand the enemy's first wave of attacks thanks to his precise positioning and powerful spells, while also finding a weakly defended corner inside the house.

Fortunately, he noticed something was wrong in advance. If he had waited foolishly any longer and allowed more people to gather in the house, he might have truly been driven to desperation.

Leaning against a stone pillar in the corner, panting heavily, Dumbledore finally had a moment to observe his 'enemy'.

Sure enough, just like Kingsley Shacklebolt, they were all acquaintances.

Chapter 485 Pureblood vampires are feared by all.

Cornelius Fudge, Dolores Umbridge, many other Ministry of Magic officials, and numerous Auror...

They managed to occupy more than half of the fifty jury seats in Wizengamot.

At this moment, each of them held a magic wand, looking at him with a cold smile. Several of them even had bizarrely shaped faces, not only with pointed mouths and monkey-like cheeks like monsters, but also with skin as dark as that of the dead...

Snap snap snap~

A burst of leisurely applause suddenly rang out, and Dumbledore looked up, he met someone's teasing and playful gaze.

"Albus, it's been such a long time since we last met!"

The shifty-eyed fellow always wore a lewd grin. He pretended to rise from the judge's chair, but the shackles that were supposed to restrain him were now useless to him.

"That was truly a perfect response, especially the way you swung your wand—it was flawless. No wonder you're a wizard who once received the Barnabus Finkley Award for Outstanding Spellcasting... Albus, you're still as powerful as ever."

"Peter Pettigrew Peter... wait, who are you?!"

Seeing this, Dumbledore immediately understood that the person before him could not possibly be Peter Pettigrew Peter!

That guy has no ability to completely control the minds of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Fudge, and the others, and he would never speak to me in that tone.

"What... it's only been a few decades, and you don't recognize your old friend?" Faced with Dumbledore's questioning, 'Peter Pettigrew' couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile. "Albus, do you think anyone other than me could control so many puppets at once, and not even you could see through them?"

"You... you are?!" Upon hearing that incredibly familiar tone again, Dumbledore immediately shocked.

Meanwhile, the 'Peter Pettigrew' opposite him had also shed its disguise and revealed its true form.

It was a pale-skinned young man dressed in a black formal cloak, with an elegant black top hat and white gloves, and holding a walking stick engraved with bat and bone patterns.

However, although the person in front of him looked young and refined, Dumbledore was not deceived by his appearance at all, because he knew very well what a vicious and ruthless person he was!

Moreover, if you calculate age, this guy is a full twenty years older than Dumbledore!

"Herbert Vani... you're still alive?!"

Herbert Degar Vani, Dumbledore never imagined that he would be so unlucky as to encounter this bizarre and terrifying fellow in his lifetime!

Unlike those weaklings who hate sunlight, hate garlic, and are suppressed by the Ministry of Magic to the point that they don't even dare to drink human blood, Herbert Vani is a true pureblood vampire.

He was born in Transylvania in Eastern Europe, where, before it was incorporated into Romania, the medieval Principality of Transylvania was a paradise for countless dark creatures and ferocious beasts.

Vampires, Werewolf, banshees, vampire bats, brown bears, venomous snakes, etc. Compared to medieval Transylvania, the Albanian Forest where Voldemort hid is at best a tourist attraction.

Of all the dark creatures at that time, vampires were undoubtedly the most prominent.

They are the undisputed nobles of the dark forces. Even an ordinary pureblood vampire possesses the strength to crush an elite Auror, as well as the ability to easily charm ordinary wizards and low-level creatures.

Those powerful vampire lords possess terrifying strength, and even the most ferocious Werewolf must grovel at their feet.

However, purebred vampires place too much emphasis on the purity of their bloodline, resulting in an extremely small number of their offspring being converted. In addition, with the rise of wizarding power in Transylvania, all dark creatures have gradually declined.

It was under those circumstances that the young Herbert Vani left Transylvania and eventually made his way to London.

Dumbledore dislike and more deep apprehension towards this man.

Especially decades ago, those black curtains that almost covered the entire city of Paris —though Dumbledore never saw them with his own eyes, he still felt lingering fear when he thought about them now.

Moreover, after learning the details of Herbert Vanney's situation, Dumbledore felt an even deeper regret, wondering why his former... close friend had chosen to associate with such a person.

No... In Dumbledore's view, Herbert Vanni had absolutely nothing to do with being human, except for his resemblance in appearance.

As a pure vampire, Herbert Vani is unlike today's so-called vampires who can fill their stomachs with blood and pies. He cannot eat human food, so besides drinking large amounts of blood, he only has one way to fill his stomach...

Cannibalism.

Therefore, he habitually took pleasure in killing, disemboweling victims, and eating their internal organs.

In his recipes, children taste more tender than adults, and women are more mouthwatering than men.

After a hearty meal, he would turn the entrails-less corpses into Inferi, using them as subordinates or servants to serve him.

In fact, long before he became someone's most ardent supporter, Herbert Vani was already infamous in both the Wizarding World and Muggle World.

He was Jack the Ripper, a notorious criminal in the Muggle world. In 1889, when Dumbledore nine years old, Herbert Vanney was killed by a special task force from the Department of Magical Creatures Control for killing women on the streets of London.

In reality, he wasn't dead at all.

He then kept a low profile until he met that person and followed that person's ideals, believing that after overthrowing the foolish Muggle rule, pureblood vampires like himself could see the light of day again and reclaim their once-occupied homeland!

So... this terrifying guy should have died in that war back then, so why is he still alive?!

"What's Albus, Albus? Are you... hesitating?" Herbert Vani seemed to see through Dumbledore's thoughts, and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Do you feel like you can't remember anything? For example, where exactly was I when the battle took place, why didn't I die? And most importantly, what were the details of your fight with him, and what kind of spell did you use to kill him on the spot?!"

"You..."

"Avada Kedavra!!"

Just as Dumbledore's focus wavered, Herbert Vani suddenly flicked his wrist, unleashing a ghastly green beam of light that mercilessly aimed at Dumbledore's chest!

Compared to the clumsy Killing Curse of those bewitched Auror, Herbert Vani's Killing Curse was practically the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Sharp, swift, and unavoidable!

"Bah!"

However, at this critical moment, a fiery red figure suddenly flew in front of Dumbledore and swallowed the terrifying curse whole!

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, who had been isolated and helpless, was now surrounded by a group of wizards dressed in various styles.

Those were members of the original Order of the Phoenix!

Chapter 486 Albus Dumbledore's reinforcements have finally arrived.

Alastor Moody, with a glaring demonic eye and a limp, and Aberforth Dumbledore Dumbledore, tall and thin, with an obviously bad temper...

Led by the two of them, and followed by five or six wizards of different ages and genders, the group quickly took their positions as soon as they entered the interrogation room, and tightly protected Dumbledore and his phoenix, which had turned to ash.

"Luckily you arrived in time, but if you had arrived before I walked in, at least Fawkes wouldn't have had to undergo a rebirth."

Taking advantage of a lull in the standoff, Dumbledore lifted the phoenix, now a fledgling, from the ashes and carefully placed it on his shoulder.

His tone was relaxed, because thanks to the collective assistance from the Order of the Phoenix, Albus Dumbledore was truly relieved.

"Easy for you to say. Do you know how much effort it took me to gather all these people? And I was hoping you'd suffer a bit more!" However, Aberforth Dumbledore rolled his eyes at his brother. "By the way... that guy Mundungus Fletcher Fletcher, I didn't invite him. Only you would trust a shameless swindler and thief like that."

"Can't you just say less?" Moody interrupted Aberforth Dumbledore's complaint with displeasure, then glanced at Dumbledore with concern. "Albus, you don't look well. Are these guys difficult to deal with?"