The Ministry of Magic Has Been Taken Over—Everyone, Hands on Your Heads and Crouch Down

Who else could have used the Killing Curse so many times ten years ago if not one of Voldemort's Death Eaters?

Other than Death Eaters during that chaotic period, who would dare cast the Killing Curse as casually as drinking water?

This was an Unforgivable Curse! Even the lofty Minister for Magic would not dare use the Killing Curse so many times at once!

But that was not all. Suppressing his fear, the Pure-blood Auror continued reading.

[The user of this wand was tried by the Wizengamot ten years ago and imprisoned in Azkaban for a sentence of 1,000 years.]

The Pure-blood Auror: "..."

[Ding! Obtained 100 Fear Points from the Pure-blood Auror.]

[Ding! Obtained 100 Fear Points from the Pure-blood Auror.]

[Ding! Obtained 100 Fear Points from the Pure-blood Auror.]

The Pure-blood Auror responsible for inspecting wands stood there in a daze.

After a long while, he finally came back to his senses and tremblingly removed the black wand.

He took a silk handkerchief from his robes and carefully wiped the black wand.

"Sir, your... your wand."

After carefully wiping it down and making sure it was spotless, the Pure-blood wizard respectfully returned the wand to Lester.

At the same time, with remarkable self-awareness, he removed the wand from his own waist and handed it to Lester as well.

Lester: "..."

Since he was standing in front of the Pure-blood Auror, he could not see the screen before him and had no idea what it said.

Seeing the Pure-blood Auror's attitude take a complete one-eighty, he was utterly baffled.

Couldn't you just return my wand after testing it?

Why were you handing me your own wand too?

And what the hell were all these Fear Points flooding the screen?

Confused, Lester subconsciously glanced at the wand-testing screen. Then he could not look away.

Written clearly on the screen were the words: "The user of this wand was tried by the Wizengamot ten years ago and imprisoned in Azkaban for a sentence of 1,000 years."

Lester: "..."

To be honest, he was beginning to wonder whether taking Hafiz on as his lackey had been a little too hasty.

If Hafiz had even a shred of sense, he would not have given Lester a Death Eater's wand to use!

"Hafiz, just you wait." A flash of anger passed through Lester's eyes, though there was even more speechlessness in them.

Hafiz was in the same boat as him now, so he definitely would not harm him.

After all, only Lester would give a Muggle-born wizard like him a chance, and Hafiz had experienced the darkness within the Ministry of Magic.

So there was no way Hafiz had deliberately used the wand to set him up. That could only mean Hafiz really was not very bright.

Though he wanted to kill Hafiz a hundred times over in his heart, Lester kept a composed expression and calmly accepted the two wands the Auror handed him.

"Don't move. Hands on your heads and crouch down. Otherwise, my Killing Curse won't have eyes."

After casually tossing the Auror's wand onto the ground, Lester said coldly, "Your life is your own. You make fifty Galleons a month—why would you risk your life against me?"

"Yes, yes, you're right, boss." Hearing Lester tell him to crouch with his hands on his head, the Auror was overjoyed. He obediently crouched on the floor, with no intention of resisting whatsoever.

Escaping alone from Azkaban, the most terrifying prison in the Wizarding World, then brazenly bringing the wand used in his crimes to the Ministry of Magic—

This was absolutely a peerless monster! Perhaps he had come to settle the score from ten years ago and solo the Ministry of Magic!

It was better to surrender while he still knew what was good for him.

The tall, skinny Auror had originally planned to offer Lester one more warning after the wand inspection, telling him to be careful when he went inside.

Then he saw his colleague obediently hand over his wand before crouching with his hands on his head.

"You..." The tall, skinny Auror looked puzzled and turned his gaze toward the wand-testing screen as well.

"Holy shit." Seeing the dense record of Killing Curse uses and the final line stating a 1,000-year Azkaban sentence, the tall, skinny Auror could not help swearing.

Now he understood why his usually arrogant colleague was acting so humble.

Though he had his family backing him, the tall, skinny Auror was no fool if he had managed to become an Auror.

The dense record of Killing Curse uses immediately reminded him of the great upheaval more than ten years ago.

"Death Eater!" He uttered the term in terror and cautiously glanced at Lester.

When he found that this peerless monster was smiling as he stared at him, the tall, skinny Auror shuddered. He threw his own wand onto the ground nearby and obediently crouched down with his hands on his head as well.

The farce in the Security Office immediately drew the attention of the other wizards.

After all, anyone wishing to reach the other floors of the Ministry of Magic had to pass the Security Office's inspection before taking the elevators behind it.

It was Monday, and plenty of people had come to the Ministry of Magic on business. Yet there were only two wand-inspection windows.

While Lester was dealing with the two Aurors, the other wizards had already grown impatient from waiting.

Out of courtesy, they did not urge him aloud, but the displeasure in their eyes made it clear that they were unhappy with Lester for wasting their time.

Now, the two Aurors who had been inspecting wands had actually crouched down with their hands on their heads. The wizards waiting for inspection were dumbfounded.

Normally, these gatekeeping Aurors, relying on their prestigious backgrounds, looked down on plenty of wizards who came to the Ministry of Magic on business.

They even mocked their Muggle colleagues from other departments from time to time.

But no matter what, they should not have been scared into throwing away their wands and crouching down on the spot with their hands on their heads, right?

This astonishing scene quickly drew the attention of every wizard in the entrance hall.

Perhaps they had lived in safety for too long. These wizards had no sense of danger at all and did not connect this incident with bandits attacking the Ministry of Magic. They merely thought the two Aurors had spoken rudely and offended some important figure in the Ministry.

Just as all the wizards in the entrance hall focused on Lester and the other two, ready to enjoy the show,

Lester, now the center of attention, helplessly shook his head.

He had originally planned to teleport directly into the Auror Office and launch a surprise attack.

But since he had already been exposed, the other prisoners would likely be teleporting over as well. They could only launch a frontal assault now.

Lester slowly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it forward. Then he turned to all the wizards in the entrance hall and said, "Everyone, hands on your heads and crouch down. The Ministry of Magic has been taken over by us."

The onlookers in the entrance hall: "..."