From Top to Bottom, Smashing Through the Entire Ministry of Magic

"Comrades, it's time to show those Pure-bloods at the Ministry of Magic what us Muggle-born wizards are capable of!"

As he spoke, Lester immediately activated his Boggart's ability, transforming his body into Sang Biao's appearance.

Sang Biao: "..."

Looking at Lester, who looked exactly like him as if carved from the same mold, Sang Biao inexplicably felt a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, Lester, now wearing Sang Biao's face, slowly turned his head and explained, "Sang Biao, I can't expose myself to the public right now."

"Your Dark Magic is the strongest in all of Azkaban, so I can only disguise myself as you and lead the prisoners to seek justice from the Pure-bloods. Can you understand?"

Looking at Lester's sincere and earnest expression, Sang Biao nodded 'willingly.'

What else could he do? Since he had already decided to devote himself wholeheartedly to Lester, he couldn't fall out with him over such a trivial matter.

Besides, he was already one of the Ministry of Magic's most wanted criminals. A lion did not fear a few more bites; if he had to take a little more blame, so be it.

After all, he was taking the blame for Lester. Other people would not even get the chance!

"Good!" Seeing that Sang Biao did not seem to be pretending, Lester nodded in satisfaction.

In truth, Lester had another reason for disguising himself as Sang Biao: he wanted to create a third-generation Dark Lord, a fake Dark Lord who could serve as his cover and draw the attention of the Wizarding World's other wizards.

Since this person was meant to become a Dark Lord watched by all, he needed some qualifications worthy of a Dark Lord.

He needed enough dark history, along with exceptional Dark Magic.

Only then would no one grow suspicious.

And Sang Biao was an excellent choice!

Thus, Lester, wearing Sang Biao's face, slowly pulled out the Portkey from his robes under the gaze of everyone present.

"It's time to let those arrogant Pure-bloods know who the true master of the Wizarding World is!"

After saying that, Lester squeezed the Portkey tightly in his hand.

The next second, an intense pulling force continuously surged from the Portkey.

Feeling the powerful pull of the Portkey's transport, Lester did not resist and instead allowed it to carry him away.

Whoosh!

In the midst of the transport, Lester first felt everything go dark before countless dazzling lights appeared, hanging brightly from a vast ceiling.

Then, just as Lester adjusted to his surroundings, countless noisy voices rang out beside his ears.

Lester, who had just been in Azkaban, had actually been transported directly into the Atrium on the Ministry of Magic's first underground level by the Portkey.

Because Britain's Ministry of Magic was built underground, wizards wishing to enter the Ministry had to take an elevator down to the Atrium unless they used Floo Powder. From there, they could take the elevators in the hall to the various departments throughout the Ministry.

As the Ministry of Magic's entrance and public face, the Atrium's design and decor were naturally magnificent.

Long walls on both sides were set with fireplaces. The gilded fireplaces on the left were for wizards entering the Ministry of Magic, while the equally gilded fireplaces on the right were for those leaving.

The floor was made of highly polished dark wood, while the vaulted ceiling was peacock blue and covered in shifting golden symbols.

The Fountain of Magical Brethren stood in the middle of the Atrium.

It was a group of golden statues: a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf, each spouting water into the pool below.

At the far end of the Atrium stood two large golden doors, beside which was a security desk responsible for registering visitors' wands. Behind the doors was a smaller hall filled with elevators leading to the Ministry's other departments.

It was currently a Monday workday, and the Ministry of Magic Atrium was bustling with people.

Countless wizards from all over Britain hurried through the enormous Atrium, attending to their own affairs.

"Damn, this Portkey doesn't lead directly into the Ministry of Magic. It transported me to the Ministry's Atrium instead!"

Lester, who had just arrived, looked at the bustling Atrium. Even though he had prepared himself beforehand, he could not help swearing.

Who could have imagined that the Portkey connected to Azkaban would lead to the Ministry of Magic's Atrium?

After all, the entire British Ministry of Magic was built beneath London.

Using magical means, the Ministry had built eight levels underground. As its public face, the Atrium was located on the Ministry's highest level, the first underground floor.

What did that mean?

It meant that if Lester wanted to kill Yunus and avenge his blood feud, he would have to lead the prisoners from the first underground level and fight his way downward.

He would have to keep fighting until he reached the Auror Command on the seventh underground level to find that damned Yunus.

"Is this forcing me to smash through the entire Ministry of Magic?"

Lester had a headache. If he really fought from the Atrium all the way to the Auror Command on the seventh underground level, how was that any different from conquering the whole Ministry of Magic?

Wouldn't only the Minister's Office on the final level remain unconquered?

"Forget it. No need to overthink it. Since I'm already here, I might as well set a small goal: smash through the entire Ministry of Magic!"

Though Lester claimed to have a headache, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Smashing through the Ministry of Magic! Even Voldemort had been unable to accomplish that at the height of his power.

If he truly pulled it off, how many Fear Points would he gain?

After making up his mind, Lester first gave the Atrium a rough survey.

After all, a large number of prisoners would soon arrive on the battlefield. It would be best if he dealt with every potential threat before they got here.

"Why are there only two Aurors on guard?"

A moment later, after examining every corner of the Atrium, a trace of surprise flashed through Lester's eyes.

Logically speaking, as the Wizarding World's most important public face, the Atrium would not have been overguarded even with ten Aurors stationed there.

Yet there were currently only two Aurors on duty.

Moreover, judging by the way they chatted and joked around, they clearly did not take this job seriously.

They were obviously born into Pure-blood families and had obtained this cushy position through their families' influence.

"This really makes things easy for me!" Lester's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at the poorly defended Ministry of Magic Atrium.

If there had been ten Aurors guarding the Atrium, it would have taken Lester at least some effort to take them down quickly.

But if there were only two Aurors, and they were clearly the sort who coasted through their jobs—

Lester could deal with them effortlessly.