Time to Make a Move

A cold glint flashed in Lester's eyes, and killing intent rose in his heart toward that arrogant pure-blood Auror.

He slowly approached the pure-blood Auror. Thanks to the God-tier Invisibility Technique, Lester's movement did not draw anyone's attention.

That arrogant pure-blood was still spouting off, pointing at the middle-aged Auror and relentlessly humiliating him with his words.

"You Muggle-born wizards do not deserve to exist in the Wizarding World. I have no idea what Hogwarts was thinking, letting trash like you have the chance to learn magic."

The pure-blood wizard's words grew increasingly excessive, until he finally declared that Muggle-born wizards did not deserve to live in the Wizarding World at all.

Those cruel words filled the middle-aged man with bleak despair.

Did he really like the Wizarding World that much?

If he had known the Wizarding World had already rotted to such an extent, he definitely would never have entered this corrupt world.

Pure-blood wizards stood high above everyone else, treating others like ants.

Even if Muggle-born wizards were powerful, they could only serve as cannon fodder for pure-blood wizards.

Just like his colleagues—and himself, after spending more than half his life stationed in that hellhole called Azkaban!

He had devoted his entire life to the Wizarding World, yet now... the Wizarding World did not even welcome him!

Gradually, the man began to darken.

"Why should those pure-bloods be born superior to everyone else?"

"They all possess magical talent. Aside from their Lineage, what advantages do pure-bloods even have?"

"Must Muggle-born wizards spend their entire lives doing this sort of lowly work in the Wizarding World?"

The man's gaze grew increasingly sorrowful, while his heart grew colder and colder.

He wanted revenge! He wanted revenge on this corrupt society. He wanted the entire Wizarding World to witness the power of Muggle-born wizards.

With that thought, the man's eyes became increasingly resolute, and his hand slowly reached for the wand at his waist.

Lester had just approached the pure-blood in luxurious robes and was about to teach him a lesson when he happened to notice the change in the man's eyes.

Instinctively, he slowed his movements...

He felt that perhaps there was no need to act so quickly, because the middle-aged man seemed about to erupt.

Better to explode in silence than die in silence.

After remaining silent for a moment, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned incomparably fierce, and he violently drew his wand from his waist.

"Disarming Charm!"

In an instant, a streak of red light appeared in the hall, and the man's deep voice echoed throughout the entire office building.

"How dare you?!"

Watching the middle-aged man suddenly attack, the pure-blood in luxurious robes showed a hint of fear in his eyes.

He had never expected this lowly Mudblood to dare attack him first, especially in a place like the office building.

Because the man had attacked so suddenly, and because the pure-blood in luxurious robes had never expected him to dare attack, he failed to defend himself in time.

Watching the Disarming Charm rapidly approach him, the pure-blood's pupils contracted as he tried to dodge.

Unfortunately, aside from top figures like Voldemort and Dumbledore, anyone else trying to evade a high-speed spell at such close range—

was simply dreaming.

Just as he shouted his rebuke, the red-glowing Disarming Charm slammed viciously into the young man in luxurious robes.

A scream rang out as the young man in luxurious robes was blasted straight into the air.

Although the rulers of the Wizarding World were thoroughly corrupt, magic itself was not. On the contrary, magic was incredibly wondrous.

Under the Disarming Charm's attack, the young man in luxurious robes smashed hard into an interior wall of the office building, then crashed heavily to the floor.

Even the sturdy wall was dented with a modest crater. Rubble kept falling onto the pure-blood in luxurious robes, leaving him disheveled and covered in dust.

First blasted away by the Disarming Charm, then intimately introduced to a wall, the pure-blood in luxurious robes was overwhelmed by pain.

After all, he was not made of iron and incapable of feeling pain. And even if he were made of iron, he could not withstand such a beating!

But the pain was the least of it. What followed was endless humiliation.

A noble pure-blood like him had actually been ambushed by a lowly Mudblood!

"Mudblood, do you have any idea what kind of mistake you've made?!"

The pure-blood in luxurious robes staggered to his feet, dusted off his clothes, and stared with killing intent in his eyes.

"I'll make you regret this for the rest of your life. I'll make you live in fear for the rest of your life. You'll wish you were dead."

"Oh, right. You seem to have a Muggle wife and Muggle child. That's wonderful. Don't worry—after you die, I'll help you take good care of them."

The pure-blood in luxurious robes wore a twisted expression. With blood continually flowing from the corner of his mouth, he looked exactly like a mad dog.

Just as the man began trembling with rage after hearing those words, a trace of cruelty flashed through the pure-blood's eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

That was right. He had not said those things merely to anger the middle-aged Auror. He wanted to make him so furious that he lost focus, allowing him to ambush him.

Sure enough, the enraged middle-aged Auror had never expected the pure-blood in luxurious robes to ambush him at this moment.

And the moment he attacked, he used one of the three Unforgivable Curses strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.

It was rather laughable. The decrees issued by those pure-blood wizards themselves repeatedly stressed that no wizard was permitted to use Unforgivable Curses.

Yet every one of them had mastered them with astonishing proficiency.

A green light filled with the aura of death instantly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Sinister, deadly, and irresistible!

"The Killing Curse!!!"

Not only the middle-aged Auror, but even the other two wizards guarding the entrance could scarcely believe their eyes when they saw the pure-blood in luxurious robes use the Killing Curse.

This was the Killing Curse strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic. Once someone was caught using it, they would be branded a dark wizard by the Ministry of Magic and thrown into Azkaban.

Yet this young man in luxurious robes, the director here, was openly breaking the law despite knowing it. He was truly audacious.

Likewise, this was Lester's first time seeing an Unforgivable Curse.

The instant that green light appeared, Lester could feel an incomparably evil aura emanating from it.

He had never imagined that this pure-blood in luxurious robes would be so utterly unscrupulous.

Not only had he used a spell as strictly forbidden as the Killing Curse, he had also resorted to something as despicable as an ambush.

The Killing Curse, brimming with the aura of death, was about to strike the middle-aged Auror.

Watching the Killing Curse draw closer, the middle-aged Auror resignedly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Lester helplessly shook his head. It was time for him to make a move!

"Fire Shield!"

In an instant, a mass of blue Fiendfyre appeared out of thin air in the hall of the Auror office building.

The terrifying Fiendfyre continuously radiated scorching heat in every direction, while the aura of death gradually spread through the hall.

(I'll post one chapter first, and the second chapter will come tonight. There will be two stable updates every day, with both quality and quantity guaranteed.)