The Prisoners' Revelry

At that moment, everyone in the entrance hall stared at the green Killing Curse in disbelief, feeling their very souls tremble.

This was a Killing Curse—the most strictly forbidden of the three Unforgivable Curses. Using one in public meant being sent to Azkaban.

However, when the wizards in the entrance hall saw the gray-white Azkaban prison uniforms on the prisoners, they fell silent.

"Summoning Charm!"

Suddenly, a ruthless glint flashed through the eyes of the Pure-blood wizard about to be struck by Avada. He darted to the side and shouted, "These Dark wizards never intended to spare us! There are hundreds of us, and only a little over a hundred of them! Everyone, pick up your wands and fight back! Subdue them!"

At the same time, a stone slab drawn by the Pure-blood wizard's Summoning Charm happened to block the Killing Curse, deflecting it.

"Ministry of Magic officials, counterattack with me!"

This middle-aged Pure-blood wizard clearly held no small position within the Ministry of Magic. At his call, many people who had secretly kept their wands raised them, ready to fight back.

Without exception, all of them were Ministry of Magic officials. Likewise, anyone able to work at the Ministry naturally came from an exceptionally prominent family.

Immediately, many Pure-blood officials of the Ministry of Magic raised their wands and launched a counterattack against Lester and the other prisoners.

"Disarming Charm!"

"Stunning Spell!"

Spells of every color rained down upon Lester and the others.

At the same time, many wizards who had thrown their wands to the ground earlier were swayed by the Pure-blood officials, and quite a few tried to pick up their wands again.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the sky full of spells flying toward him, Lester's face turned icy. He had only meant to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys and make these wizards behave, but not only had they failed to appreciate it, they even dared attack him.

"Fire Shield Charm!"

Lester frowned slightly, his lips moving as he uttered the incantation.

Whoosh!!!

The roar of raging Fiendfyre suddenly erupted in the entrance hall, and several fireballs made of Fiendfyre slowly condensed before Lester.

Then Lester raised his right hand and pointed at the Pure-blood wizards who had taken up their wands to resist.

Whoosh!

As though receiving an order, the several masses of Fiendfyre shot toward the resisting Pure-blood officials with lightning speed.

The terrifying Fiendfyre scorched the air until it crackled, reaching the Pure-blood officials in an instant.

The moment the flames touched their bodies, they spread across them at once. In the blink of an eye, the Fiendfyre covered their entire bodies, consuming them and everything on them without leaving a trace.

To avoid harming innocent people, Lester did not use a large-scale AOE attack. Instead, he chose to use Fiendfyre for precise strikes.

Thus, he had only burned to death the first few wizards who resisted. As for the others, Lester believed the prisoners he had brought were no pushovers.

Sure enough, seeing that the hostages still dared to fight back, the wizard prisoners behind Lester all had bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, several prisoners in prison uniforms swiftly raised their wands and immediately retaliated with Killing Curses.

At the same time, quite a few wizards cast protective spells, blocking the resisting wizards' first attack.

After blocking the first assault, all the Azkaban prisoners raised their wands, hurling all kinds of Dark magic at the resisting wizards as if it cost nothing.

"Ahhh!!!"

Cries of agony immediately rang out throughout the entrance hall. How could wizards who only knew the Disarming Charm possibly stand against these prisoners? Bodies that had been warm moments ago swiftly became cold corpses beneath the merciless strikes of Killing Curses.

"Help!!!"

"Ahhh!!!!"

"Don't kill me! I'll give you everything!"

Many wizards who had not resisted were so terrified by the horrific sight that they wet themselves and collapsed onto the floor.

If they had previously wanted to resist after being incited by the Pure-blood officials, now they only wanted to stay alive.

Dozens of living people had been killed so easily. This cruel scene shocked everyone on the battlefield.

[ Ding! Fear Points gained from onlooking wizards +24 ]

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In the blink of an eye, Lester, the leader of the group, had gained quite a few more Fear Points.

However, Lester had no time to concern himself with his Fear Points right now.

The prisoners, already somewhat crazed to begin with, had become increasingly violent after killing more than a dozen people.

Seeing this, Lester inwardly cursed.

These prisoners truly could not be put on display. If not for the fact that he still carried some authority among them, they would probably have already launched indiscriminate attacks on the unarmed wizards in the entrance hall.

Once I get to Hogwarts, I must personally train a proper wizard army.

Lester sighed and cast a somewhat pitying glance at the frightened, trembling wizards in the entrance hall. Then he said to the prisoners behind him, "Go. Search them. Find every magical item on them that could pose a threat."

"Yes, Boss Lester!"

Hearing Lester's order, excitement flashed through many prisoners' eyes.

Searching for dangerous magical items—wasn't that simply giving them an excuse to frisk people?

When the time came, who could tell whether they had found piles of Galleons or dangerous magical items?

Sure enough, the moment Lester finished speaking, the prisoners who immediately understood raised their wands and pounced into the terrified crowd like starving wolves, beginning a frenzied looting spree.

Some went even further, bypassing the living people entirely and running straight toward the Ministry of Magic officials who had been killed by Killing Curses.

Everyone knew that officials like them had to be wealthy and must be carrying plenty of valuable things!

If they managed to find something like the deed to a property in Diagon Alley, why would they keep being Dark wizards? They could simply clean up their identities and become bosses.

Of course, although these scum were robbing people, they did not rob just anyone.

For those dressed plainly, clearly down-and-out wizards who had come to the Ministry of Magic seeking help, they usually only glanced at them before passing them by.

It was not because they had suddenly found their consciences. Those wizards simply had no money!

They could search them for ages and still fail to find more than a few Galleons, wasting time for nothing.

With that time, they would be better off robbing those Pure-blood nobles who looked wealthy and distinguished. Those people had plenty of good things on them.