Harry Potter: Just a Bit of Dark Magic

"Voldemort, old pal, I have to put you through this again. I'll definitely thank you when I have the chance, little brother."

The once bustling Diagon Alley has now been reduced to a sea of fire.

The powerful Fiendfyre curse swept through the entirety of Diagon Alley with lightning speed.

The raging flames ignited every corner of Diagon Alley.

A colossal beast made of Fiendfyre rampaged wantonly through Diagon Alley.

Countless houses were set alight by the Fiendfyre, becoming fuel for this demonic revelry.

Black smoke, towering hundreds of meters high and shooting up into the sky, obscured the whole sky, turning the blue into gray.

Faced with such a terrifying hell on earth before his eyes, Lester was not flustered at all. He quickly drew his wand and skillfully cast the Dark Mark into the sky.

A day later, the news that the Dark Lord Voldemort had once again launched a terrorist attack, using Fiendfyre to destroy the entirety of Diagon Alley, spread throughout the wizarding world with lightning speed.

Just as wizards from various countries decided to form a wizarding coalition to enter the British wizarding world together and exterminate this Dark Lord.

Voldemort, who had been staying in a corner all along, looked completely dumbfounded—how did he inexplicably take the blame again!