Voldemort: "These Are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic?"

Feseren berated Hagrid for several minutes before realizing he had misunderstood him when he saw Hagrid's Hagrid expression.

"Your wizards' Auror slaughtered our tribe."

Feseren's voice was hoarse, and two hot tears streamed down his face as he was overcome with grief.

Hagrid was stunned and asked incredulously, "You... you're serious?"

Men don't easily shed tears, but only when they are deeply saddened. With tears in his eyes, Feseren recounted the massacre that had just taken place.

Hagrid was furious upon hearing this, slapped his thigh, and roared, "They've gone too far!"

Then, overwhelmed by his sense of justice, Hagrid strode toward the Centaur tribe, ignoring Feseren's attempts to stop him.

The massacre of the Centaur tribe is almost over. Blood flows like rivers, corpses litter the ground, and the bodies of the Centaur are scattered throughout the settlement.

Hagrid had barely arrived when he witnessed a five-year-old Centaur being burned alive by Incendio, while the Auror who cast the spell grinned maliciously, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

"Scum, degenerate!" Hagrid roared, "Stop it, all of you!"

The sound echoed throughout the entire camp, and for the first time, the Half-blood- Giant felt so angry.

Sang Biao looked displeased, but seeing that the speaker was Hagrid, Lord Lai had specifically instructed not to harm, he refrained from making a move.

"Mr. Hagrid, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to interfere with the Auror's law enforcement?" Sang Biao approached Hagrid and asked coldly.

"Is this how you enforce the law?!" Hagrid was furious. Corpses littered the ground, the ruins of the tribe were broken, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. This was the law enforcement the Auror spoke of.

The air in the entire Centaur tribe was thick with the smell of blood due to the prisoners' massacre.

And those faint screams—it was truly a living hell.

Hagrid was furious and wanted to beat up the Auror, but reason told him he couldn't win.

Dozens of pairs of murderous eyes made Hagrid feel as if he had been transported back to the war-torn era of ten years ago.

"I...I will tell Professor Dumbledore everything I have seen," Hagrid said dryly.

Sang Biao sneered, handed the Memory Stone to Hagrid, and said loudly, "Hagrid, I think you've misunderstood. In fact, all of these Centaur have fallen into darkness and lost their minds, which is why we had no choice but to kill them all."

Hagrid would never believe the nonsense of these Auror. If the Centaur had all lost their minds, what about Feseren, who had just escaped?

Hagrid didn't believe it, Sang Biao didn't force the issue, but the massacre was clearly impossible to continue.

Because Hagrid, that big, clumsy guy, actually had a backup plan: he carried a Memory Stone and immediately started recording.

If it were anyone else, no matter what they did, Sang Biao would have already cast a Killing Curse on them.

But Hagrid was Lester's friend, and he couldn't afford to hurt Hagrid, so he had no choice but to stop the massacre.

"Are there any surviving Centaur here? Step forward and hide behind me."

Seeing that Sang Biao and the others had stopped their massacre, Hagrid assumed that his video recording had worked and immediately prepared to rescue the surviving Centaur.

The remaining Centaur initially didn't want to make a sound, but as soon as the slaughter stopped, their screams became exceptionally piercing, and Hagrid quickly found them and protected them behind him.

Several tens of minutes later, Hagrid found more than a dozen injured foals and four adult Centaur and protected them behind him.

Among them, Bane, Centaur racist, was lucky to survive because he had been terrified during the massacre and the prisoners thought he was dead, so they let him live by sheer luck.

The Centaur glared at Sang Biao and his group with hostility, while Sang Biao and his men looked indifferent and were even preparing to leave.

Lord Lai assigned two tasks: one was to annihilate the Centaur tribe, which is now almost complete; the remaining old, weak, and disabled will be dealt with later.

Now they need to complete their second task: to find the vampire monster in the Forbidden Forest.

While Sang Biao and his companions were searching for the vampire monster, deep within the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort, like a bat, clung to a large tree, gazing at the Centaur tribe from afar.

"Damn it, Quirrell, what has happened in the last ten years? Why are the Auror in the Ministry of Magic so brutal now?!"

Voldemort couldn't believe his eyes. He had only intended to hunt to replenish his magic, but suddenly, a huge fire erupted in the Forbidden Forest.

Fortune favors the bold, and with the protection of the Forbidden Forest animals, Voldemort had a hard time hunting Unicorn, such darlings of nature.

But now that the Fantastic Beasts in the Forbidden Forest are busy putting out fires, Voldemort thinks his chance has come.

As a result, before the Unicorn was even found, Voldemort witnessed a bloody massacre. To be honest, even at the height of his power, he wouldn't have tolerated such a slaughter by his men.

This was clearly an attempt to wipe out the entire Centaur race! Over five hundred of them were slaughtered, leaving only a dozen or so Centaur. It was incredibly brutal!

Quirrell was also somewhat incredulous, exclaiming, "Master, rather than calling them Auror, it's more accurate to say they are..."

Voldemort knew that Quirrell meant these Auror were like his Death Eaters.

However, Voldemort stated that his Death Eaters were only moderately insane, not that insane.

"Could it be that during my ten years away, a new Dark Lord has taken control of the Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort couldn't believe his eyes. Genocide—these Auror were truly ruthless.

Just as Voldemort was questioning his existence, a faint voice reached his ears.

"Brother Biao, this is Franklin. An unusual creature has been detected here. Requesting backup," Franklin whispered to his wristwatch, on which a large red dot was glowing near him.

This is Victor's new product, a watch that can be positioned based on the intensity of magic.

According to Victor's settings, the magical power of the large red dot next to Franklin almost covered his entire watch screen, clearly indicating an extremely high level.

Therefore, Franklin did not hesitate to request resources.

On the tree, Voldemort's expression changed. As the Dark Lord, he had obtained many magic books when he raided houses.

Among them was a spell that enhanced eyesight and hearing. He had originally heard screams and wanted to see what was happening in the Forbidden Forest, but unexpectedly, it saved his life.

"Damn it, I need to get out of here right now!" Voldemort's face flashed with panic.

If he were a normal Auror from the Ministry of Magic, even in his current state, though weakened, he would still be formidable and unafraid.

But Voldemort realized he was truly outmatched by these Auror who treated the Killing Curse like water.