Has Voldemort Returned?

The searing blue Fiendfyre froze everyone in the hall the instant it appeared.

The terrifying Killing Curse was like a tiny campfire caught in a torrential downpour before the blue Fiendfyre.

It was instantly devoured by the Fiendfyre, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Who!?"

The moment the blue Fiendfyre appeared, the Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes felt as though some monstrous beast lurking in the darkness had fixed its gaze upon him. The threat of death slowly crept into his heart.

"Come out! Don't you know that attacking an Auror means going to Azkaban?"

Although the Auror's legs were trembling with fear, he still sternly rebuked the empty air, hoping to make this audacious fellow submit to justice.

Unfortunately, he had encountered Lester.

Hearing the Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes demand that he come out, Lester sneered.

Was this well-dressed Pure-blood so inbred that his intelligence had failed to keep up after birth?

He was hiding perfectly well while invisible. Why should he come out and let the man ambush him?

Still invisible, Lester ignored the Pure-blood wizard's barking and calmly circled behind him.

Then, facing his back, he muttered softly.

"Ball-Tying Curse!"

That was right. The spell Lester used was the bizarre spell he had drawn a few days ago: the Ball-Tying Curse.

Because both the name and description of the spell were too brutal, Lester had never used it on the prisoners in Azkaban.

After all, he intended to use Azkaban as his base. Though the prisoners inside were all scum, they were now his underlings. If he used such a brutal curse on them without reason, they might rise up in revolt.

So ever since drawing this terrifying spell, Lester had kept it hidden away.

He had thought he would never encounter anyone in his life worthy of such a horrifying curse.

But now, he had found one...

Because Lester had cast the spell so quietly, and because the Pure-blood wizard's attention had remained fixed on the Fiendfyre before him, the silent vicious curse struck him without a hitch.

"Open for me—"

"Ah!"

"Ah!!"

"Ah!!!"

The Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes, who had been berating Lester and ordering him to come out, suddenly felt a chill beneath his crotch. Then intense pain began surging from his groin.

The piercing agony made his face twitch. Every feature on his face squeezed together, and his twisted expression was terrifying to behold.

Amid several earth-shattering screams, the Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes collapsed straight onto the floor.

His face was ashen, even paler from pain than the face of his great-uncle who had been dead for seven days.

Both hands clutched tightly at his groin as he wailed in agony.

"They're tied up! My family jewels are tangled together!"

"Quick! Help me take off my pants!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Hearing the Pure-blood wizard's screams, the other three Aurors felt a chill between their own legs, and fear gradually surfaced in their hearts.

[ Ding! Fear Points from the Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes +50 ]

Lester: "..."

Still invisible, Lester glanced disdainfully at the Pure-blood wizard rolling around on the floor in agony, feeling utterly speechless.

He had thought this Pure-blood wizard, who opened with a Killing Curse, would be formidable. Yet...

He was in this much pain and had only given Lester 50 Fear Points—not even one-twentieth of what Sang Biao gave. What a useless piece of trash.

Strolling over to the Pure-blood wizard, Lester felt that he needed to lend him a hand.

After confirming that the robed wizard was in too much pain to cast any spells, Lester slowly crouched down, grabbed the young man's waistband with both hands, and yanked hard.

Riiip...

With the sound of fabric scraping against skin, Lester skillfully pulled off the young man's pants entirely.

His family jewels, already tied into several tight knots, were fully exposed to the air.

Seeing that horrifyingly shaped member, every man present—including Lester—felt a chill between his legs.

It was too terrifying, utterly unbearable to look at.

Even Lester, who had cast the spell, felt that he might have gone a little too far.

This Pure-blood aristocrat's behavior and words had indeed been revolting, but Lester could have simply burned him to death with Fiendfyre.

Using the Knotting Curse on him really was a bit inhumane.

"Thank you."

With his pants removed at last and the injury now visible, the Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes instinctively thanked him. Then he lowered his head and saw the most horrifying sight of his life.

A member tied into two dead knots!

"Ah!!!!"

The Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes, who had just adapted to the pain and regained a little clarity, saw what had become of his precious treasure. His head tilted to one side, his tongue lolled out, and with a thud, he fainted on the floor.

That was right. He simply could not accept such a cruel reality.

The double torment of body and mind finally broke the Pure-blood wizard. Unable to endure the pressure any longer, he fainted from fright.

"That's it? What a bully who only picks on the weak."

Looking disdainfully at the unconscious Pure-blood wizard, Lester waved a small hand. The blue Fiendfyre that had been floating in the air transformed into a long blue ribbon and flew toward him.

The entire ribbon was made of blue Fiendfyre, beautiful yet brimming with killing intent.

The moment it touched the Pure-blood wizard, the blue Fiendfyre spread across his entire body with lightning speed.

The searing Fiendfyre instantly melted the Pure-blood wizard's body, turning him into a wisp of black smoke that drifted through the air.

The three Aurors present only felt their vision blur. The Pure-blood wizard in ornate robes, who had been lying intact on the floor moments before, vanished from where he lay, replaced by a wisp of black smoke.

But it was not over. After devouring the Pure-blood wizard, the terrifying Fiendfyre instantly expanded severalfold, transforming into a Fiendfyre Serpent!

The Fiendfyre Serpent was a full hundred meters long, coiled in the center of the hall. Its head alone was three times the size of Lester!

Exquisite patterns covered its scales, and its savage eyes were filled with endless bloodlust. Its sharp fangs gleamed with a chilling light.

An overwhelming pressure continuously radiated from the giant serpent, crushing the remaining three Aurors until they could barely breathe.

Looking at the Fiendfyre Serpent that filled half the room, the middle-aged Auror felt that this was utterly absurd.

How the hell was he supposed to fight this? Had Voldemort returned? Had he come to Azkaban to free his lackeys, only to happen upon them?

As someone who had personally witnessed that riot years ago, the middle-aged Auror believed that in the entire Wizarding World, apart from Voldemort, that terrifying terrorist leader, very few could unleash such horrifying Dark magic.