Brother, Don't Be Sad—You Can Lead the Charge Later

The enormous Fiendfyre Palm, once spread open, covered fully half the office.

Under Lester's control, the terrifying Fiendfyre crashed down with savage force upon the resisting Pure-blood wizards.

Boom!!!

With an earth-shattering blast, the Fiendfyre Palm exploded the instant it struck the ground. Scattered sparks ignited everything they touched.

The wizards who had been hiding behind cover and occasionally fighting back were instantly set ablaze by the powerful Fiendfyre. After letting out a few bloodcurdling screams, they turned into clouds of black smoke.

The raging flames devoured everything before them like terrifying termites.

Whether people or furniture, all were reduced to ashes in the dreadful Fiendfyre.

[Ding! Obtained Fear Points from Ludo Bagman +100]

[Ding! Obtained Fear Points from Ludo Bagman +100]

[Ding! Obtained Fear Points from Ludo Bagman +100]

Lester, who had just scored a victory, had not even had time to assess the situation before he found his system flooded with messages from someone named Ludo Bagman.

"Ludo Bagman?" A thoughtful look appeared in Lester's eyes.

Wasn't that the guy from the fourth Harry Potter book who had organized the entire Quidditch World Cup?

Lester did not have a good impression of the man. He was the only high-ranking Ministry of Magic official who had racked up a full debt in Galleons through gambling.

And in order to repay his gambling debts, he had openly run betting pools as the head of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Games and Sports.

When he lost, he had actually taken the money and run. He was nothing but a scumbag who could not accept defeat.

"Where is that old bastard hiding?" Lester slowly dropped his invisibility and revealed himself, his gaze continuously searching through the prisoners.

If Ludo had been standing with the Pure-blood wizards, he would certainly have been burned to death by the Fiendfyre already. There was no way he could still be providing Fear Points.

Moreover, the center of the office had long since become a battlefield, riddled with craters as though it had been bombarded by artillery. Forget hiding a living person—there was not even a single intact object left.

So Ludo, the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, had actually been bold enough to hide among his prisoners!

Ludo Bagman: "..."

With the air reeking of smoke and gunpowder, Ludo suppressed the urge to vomit and forced himself to wear the same excited expression as the prisoners around him.

He tightened the prison uniform he had just stripped from a dead prisoner, then hurriedly smeared soot across his face so he could blend in better.

Just moments ago, Ludo had witnessed Lester display his might and wipe out all the Ministry of Magic's Pure-bloods with a Fiendfyre Palm. He had nearly wet himself in terror.

To survive, he could only take the risk of crawling out from beneath a table and then pulling a prince-and-pauper switch with the dead prisoner.

Fortunately, the tremendous noise caused by Lester's Fiendfyre had drawn the attention of every prisoner present.

As a result, Ludo's bold move had gone unnoticed. Dressed in a gray prison uniform, he successfully blended into the prisoners' ranks.

Standing amid the crowd, Ludo kept mimicking the prisoners around him, raising his wand and firing Killing Curses wildly at the ceiling.

Suddenly, a chill ran through Ludo's entire body, as though some hidden beast had fixed its gaze upon him. Goosebumps rose across his back.

He casually glanced over and saw a fierce-looking man staring directly at him.

"It's the man who unleashed that terrifying Fiendfyre!" Ludo nervously swallowed, and the speed at which he cast Killing Curses increased even further.

Unbeknownst to him, in the lobby on the first underground floor, the wizards who had just been robbed were about to retrieve their wands when they felt the floor shake.

Then, a massive hole appeared in the floor, with terrifying green light continuously shooting up from below.

Through the hole, they could see Ludo on the second underground floor, frantically firing Killing Curses at the ceiling.

The recently robbed bystanders: "..."

Because the Ministry of Magic had been protected by a powerful Anti-Apparition Jinx, and because Lester had shut down every fireplace leading into and out of the Ministry, the wizards remained standing there dazedly after Lester and the others left, waiting for Auror rescue.

They had wanted to pick up their wands before the Aurors arrived, if only for some peace of mind.

Then they saw Ludo, who had already blasted through the floor and was still continuously firing Killing Curses...

So the wizards who had been about to pick up their wands for protection silently crouched back down.

At that moment, the confused wizards upstairs were not the only ones dumbfounded. The prisoners around Ludo were even more bewildered.

They had fired Killing Curses at the ceiling only to vent the frustrations of being imprisoned for so many years.

But this guy seemed to regard the ceiling above as the murderer of his father. He had actually blasted through the floor with Killing Curses!

"Brother, stop firing already." Watching Ludo attack the ceiling relentlessly as though possessed, the lecherous old man stepped forward and stopped him.

The other prisoners visibly breathed sighs of relief as well.

They might all be deranged Dark wizards, but they were not so deranged that, after killing everyone, they would keep firing Killing Curses at the ceiling simply because they had not had enough!

Just how much grievance had he suffered in the Wizarding World back then, to hate even the Ministry of Magic's ceiling so deeply?

Ludo: "..."

Hearing the lecherous old man's words, Ludo finally stopped casting Killing Curses. Looking at the prisoners around him, all staring at him in stunned silence, he froze for a moment before offering an awkward yet polite smile.

As every prisoner, Lester included, stared at him, Ludo truly wanted to die.

In order to shake off suspicion, he had instinctively copied the movements of the surrounding prisoners.

But under Lester's gaze, Ludo had grown more and more nervous. Even after the other prisoners stopped, he had failed to notice and continued firing Killing Curses on his own.

Only when the lecherous old man, Leona, stopped him did he realize what had happened.

Under the gaze of over a hundred murderous prisoners, Ludo felt like an adorable, foolish husky that had wandered into a pack of northern wolves—dazed, stupid, and full of openings.

Just as Ludo's face turned ashen and he prepared himself to be torn apart by the enraged prisoners, the lecherous old man Leona spoke.

"Brother, you don't need to be angry just because you didn't get to take revenge personally. Later, we'll let you lead the charge. You'll definitely get to kill those damned Pure-bloods with your own hands and experience the thrill of revenge."

As soon as the lecherous old man finished speaking, the other prisoners began comforting him as well. They all promised to let Ludo lead the assault so he would not be stuck at the back of the group, unable to get revenge.

Clearly, the prisoners did not suspect Ludo's identity at all. They all thought he was venting his dissatisfaction at the ceiling because he had stood at the back of the crowd and failed to take part in the battle.

Ludo: "..."

Staring directly at the lecherous old man who had spoken first, Ludo's eyes filled with "moved" tears.

Thanks so damn much! Lead the charge?

Anyone with half a brain knew that although this ambush had succeeded, no matter how slow the Ministry of Magic was, it must have realized what was happening on the next floor down. They would definitely be constructing massive defensive fortifications below.

And they still wanted him to lead the charge under those circumstances? Were they not simply sending him to his death?

At that moment, Ludo only wanted to faint and wait for everything to end.

Unfortunately, he could not. Faced with the goodwill of so many prisoners, could he, Ludo, refuse?

Thus, under everyone's watchful eyes, Ludo nodded firmly, pushed through the crowd with grim determination, and took his place at the very front of the prisoners.