Five Wizards Gather

Suddenly, many figures appeared around them, blocking Harry and the others' path.

The men's eyes Winky the gaps in their hoods, and eleven gleaming wands were aimed at their hearts. Ginny held her breath in terror.

Harry's heart sank to the bottom; they were surrounded, and the enemy outnumbered them by nearly three times.

"Where is Sirius Black?" Harry called out, trying to dispel his fear.

Several Death Eaters burst into laughter, as if they were attending a joyous celebration.

"The Dark Lord is always right!" a crazed female voice said smugly. "The Dark Lord is always right! Do you want to know where Sirius Black is, Little Bao? Have you been having too many nightmares and woken up scared? Did you think your dreams were real? Hahahaha--"

Clearly, these people are Death Eaters. The one who spoke is very likely Bellatrix Lestrange, who recently escaped from prison.

Harry fell silent, convinced that the truth was quite clear: he had fallen for a trap.

Hermione was right; from the very beginning, they had fallen into the Dark Lord's trap. The Dark Lord needed something from the Department of Mysteries, so he used a false illusion to lure them here, and then had the Death Eaters ambush them.

But--

"You want to kill me?" A barely perceptible red glint flashed in Harry's pupils, a warm sensation spread through his abdomen, and a strange emotion welled up within him. A dangerous aura began to emanate from him as he coldly said, "Then come on—"

"You're asking for it!" Bellatrix seemed enraged by Harry's attitude and was about to attack, but her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, stopped her. She shrieked in annoyance, "Why are you stopping me? Let me teach this brat a lesson!"

"He is the master's target. Do you want to displease him?" Rodolphus said grimly.

"Then let's start with his friends—" Bellatrix pointed a finger at Hermione and said maliciously, "Let's start with that lowly Mudblood."

Harry bravely stepped forward and shouted, "If you want to touch my friend, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

He waved his wand forcefully, without uttering any incantation, Prayer Wheel, instantly blinding the Death Eaters.

"Run!" Although he didn't understand why this was happening, Harry, seeing that the opportunity was too good to pass up, was the first to react and shouted.

The Death Eaters closed their eyes, trying to cast spells based on the locations they remembered, but they were horrified to discover that all magic was ineffective within the area illuminated by the golden light of the Prayer Wheel.

The four of them quickly ran back to the doors of the Circular Room. Hermione swung her wand forcefully, slamming the doors shut, and cried out urgently, "Harry, seal this door!"

"Forget about that door, Harry!" Sirius Black jumped out from a hidden corner.

"Sirius Black!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, his voice filled with the joy of surviving a close call.

Many more figures emerged from behind Sirius Black.

"My God, it's you!" Ron exclaimed excitedly. "Professor Lupin, Tonks, Dad, Mom, what are you doing in this godforsaken place?"

There were nearly 20 people in total, twice the number of Death Eaters. Bill Weasley, Ephias Dogie, Emmeline Vance Vance, Hestia Jones, Ogden Hobbden, and several newly joined members of the Order of the Phoenix were all present.

"Should we leave here now?" Hermione asked nervously.

Lupin calmly patted Hermione on the shoulder. "No rush, you've done a great job. Now we need to seize this opportunity and wipe out the Death Eaters in one fell swoop."

He had barely finished speaking when an explosion rang out, and the door Hermione had just closed was magically blasted open.

A group of Death Eaters dressed in black cloaks, hoods, and skull masks swarmed out of the room. They were stunned to see so many people in the Circular Room.

"Attack!" Sirius Black roared, raising his wand high, the spell igniting a new round of battle with sparks flying.

Red light poured out like a sudden rain, shooting densely towards the Death Eaters gathered in the center of the rotunda.

Gibbon and Jugson, who were standing at the forefront, were caught off guard and had no chance to react before being hit by dozens of Stunning Spell. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground like puppets with broken strings and lost consciousness.

"Scatter!" a Death Eaters roared, taking advantage of the rising dust to quickly scatter. Black-robed figures swept across the rotunda, launching a frenzied counterattack.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix immediately engaged in battle, more than twenty figures each occupying a position, their spells intertwining like a raging storm. Red light, blue light, gold light—each light represented a life-or-death struggle.

Although the Order of the Phoenix has a numerical advantage, unlike in the original story, this Order of the Phoenix lacks the participation of Kingsley and Moody, two elite Auror, resulting in a lack of organizational ability to quickly establish dominance in actual combat.

The Death Eaters are executioners who have grown up fighting in the darkness. They show no fear in battle, and even experience a fanatical and twisted pleasure in it. Spells spew from their mouths like venomous snakes, forcing the Order of the Phoenix to be constantly on guard. Although they have successfully suppressed the Death Eaters, they are unable to defeat them in a short time.

The air was thick with gunpowder smoke, and the walls were covered with marks from the explosion of the curse.

After a prolonged battle, the Death Eaters realized that the situation was beyond saving.

Their original mission was to bring the Prayer Wheel back to its owner, but they discovered that getting close to the Prayer Wheel would prevent them from using magic.

Realizing their plan was about to fail, they chose to abandon it decisively.

"Retreat! Split up and break out!" Anthony Dolohov roared.

They quickly concentrated their fire and blasted open several doors, scattering out of the rotunda like a black tide and disappearing into the intricate labyrinthine corridors of the Department of Mysteries.

Sirius Black waved a hand, and the others understood, giving chase in groups.

Department of Mysteries, Death Chamber.

Beneath that empty dome surrounded by dark stone steps, the flames of war still rage.

Sirius Black, Lupin, Nymphadora, and Ogden Hobbden were besieging three top Death Eaters: Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan Lestrange. The battle was so intense that it seemed as if rocks were being torn apart, and spells exploded in the air, creating waves of energy.

Bellatrix laughed wildly, nimbly weaving through the stone steps, occasionally unleashing deadly curses; Lupin engaged her in close combat, his figure a shadow to hers; Ogden's spell moved like the wind, cleverly flanking Rabastan, while Nymphadora skillfully moved along the edge of the battlefield, sometimes covering her teammates, sometimes ambushing their weaknesses.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, the gate suddenly opened.

An elderly yet upright figure slowly stepped in.

--Albus Dumbledore.

He didn't speak, but simply waved his wand lightly, as if the entire space trembled.

Before Rodolphus and Rabastan could react, they were turned into two stone statues by the powerful binding spell, falling heavily to the ground amidst a cloud of dust.

Sirius Black smiled easily, just as he was about to ask Dumbledore to join forces with him to deal with Bellatrix—

A sudden chill swept over us.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and a terrifying magical power emerged in the hall.

At that moment, Harry, who had been watching from the shadows, suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his forehead, as if his scar was on fire, and a surge of rage welled up inside him, though this rage seemed unrelated to his own anger.

"Dumbledore," a cold, high-pitched voice said.

Harry opened his eyes.

He was tall and thin, wearing a black hood, with a terrifying, snake-like face that was pale and haggard, staring with a pair of narrow, red eyes...

Voldemort has appeared.

He slowly walked into the Death Chamber, his red eyes fixed on Dumbledore like snakes, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

But he was not alone.

Walking to his left was a man with bare arms, towering like a mountain. His skin was bronze, covered in tattoos of sea snakes and anchors, and he wore a tattered Dragon Hide cloak. His eyes were full of untamed arrogance.

"Pirate King" Barbarossa.

To his right, a woman draped in a long, dark purple robe approached slowly, like a queen of the night. Her long, black hair cascaded like a tide, and her face wore a smile that conveyed both ethereal beauty and pity, but her eyes seemed to freeze the very air around her.

Morgan le Fay, the "Dark Empress".

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a scarlet animal skin cloak walked in.

His face was almost entirely obscured by a thick bone mask—the skull of a ferocious mammoth, hollowed out to reveal only a pair of scarlet pupils burning with cold savagery and greed. His skin was a sickly grayish-green, covered with eerie carvings and runes, each carving pulsating with a wild, magical power, as if sealing the remnant soul of some ferocious beast.

Anubi, the "Beast Priest".

The four stood side by side, exuding four distinct auras: ferocity, domineering, allure, and bestiality. This caused the Order of the Order of the Phoenix wizards in the room to involuntarily grip their wands, a chill creeping up their spines.

Just when the atmosphere in the Death Chamber had reached its most oppressive point—

Boom--

A young man dressed in a jet-black ancient robe appeared suddenly like Ghost, yet no one noticed how he entered.

His skin was deathly pale, devoid of any color, but his pupils were a pair of deep purple, like twin stars burning in the eternal night sky, captivating and mesmerizing. A faint, cold smile played at the corners of his lips, like that of a judge who had long since seen through life and death.

Of the five, he was the least imposing, but Dumbledore's gaze remained fixed on him the entire time.

With his addition, the final link in the dark forces was finally complete.

"This is truly..." Dumbledore's expression was more serious than ever before. Although he still gripped the Elder Wand firmly, a few drops of sweat could be seen seeping from his temples in the dim light.