Dementors Enter the Battlefield

Clang, clang, clang...

The steady, synchronized footsteps kept coming from upstairs. Leather shoes struck the floor, each sound like an omen of death, seeping into every prisoner's heart.

"The Aurors are here!"

The Pure-bloods, who had already been slowly gaining the upper hand, practically beamed with excitement as they listened to the unceasing footsteps above.

As long as the Aurors came down from upstairs and attacked the prisoners from both sides, these damned prisoners probably would not even last a single exchange before being wiped out.

"Damn it!" Among the prisoners, Sang Biao's eyes flashed with viciousness. He smoothly flung a Killing Curse toward the Pure-blood wizards, successfully taking one of their lives.

However, to the numerous Ministry of Magic officials, the deaths of one or two wizards could not affect the overall battle.

As morale continued to rise, the Ministry's Pure-bloods even organized a counterattack.

"Protego!"

Several incantations rang out, and several enormous white protective barriers appeared before the Pure-blood wizards' position.

Then, several Pure-blood wizards stepped straight out from behind cover and bombarded the prisoners.

"Avada Gnaw-the-Melon!"

Terrifying Killing Curses flew continuously from their wands, racing toward the prisoners.

In the blink of an eye, several prisoners lost their lives.

Standing at the very rear of the prisoners, Lester had no choice but to act again, summoning a Fiendfyre Serpent.

The instant the Fiendfyre Serpent appeared, it came under concentrated fire from every Pure-blood wizard in the Ministry.

Under the assault of countless dark curses, the Fiendfyre Serpent shattered only several protective barriers before being dispersed once more into countless sparks that drifted in every direction.

"Lord Lai, what do we do?" Seeing that the previously invincible Lester had now lost his divine might, all the prisoners instinctively panicked.

The sleazy old man anxiously asked Lester how they should deal with the Pure-blood wizards' next wave of attacks.

Not only had their offensive at the front made no progress, but they were also about to face the fierce Aurors' attack from the rear. At this point, many prisoners began to doubt whether they could survive this war.

Hearing Leona, the sleazy old man's question, Lester looked up and saw the expectant gazes of the other prisoners.

"Don't worry. I still have contingencies!"

Unlike the other extremely nervous prisoners, Lester did not look afraid at all. Instead, he appeared brimming with confidence.

That was right. Just as he said, he still had several cards up his sleeve. The outcome of this battle was far from decided!

As a transmigrator with a system, was Lester really supposed to fear that he could not defeat these incompetent Ministry officials?

Perhaps infected by Lester's confidence, the prisoners, whose fighting spirit had been low, erupted with strength again and repelled the Pure-blood wizards' offensive once more.

However, their distracted expressions made it clear that they did not truly believe in Lester.

After all, even if they could defeat the several hundred Pure-blood Ministry officials in front of them, how were they supposed to deal with the battle-hardened Aurors behind them?

Other than the second-generation Pure-bloods who entered the Auror ranks by relying on their families' influence, every other wizard who could become an Auror possessed real skill. They might not be able to take on ten opponents alone, but fighting two Dark wizards like them was easy enough.

Before long, the synchronized footsteps gradually came from the emergency passage behind the prisoners, growing louder and louder.

Clearly, the prisoners knew that this meant the Auror unit was about to enter the battlefield.

"Thunderous Blast!"

A chorus of synchronized incantations rang out from within the emergency passage.

At the same time, with their spellcasting, the large door behind Lester and the others was blasted straight off its hinges.

Since he stood at the very rear of the prisoners, Lester was the first to face the heavy iron door hurtling toward him.

Watching the iron door race at him, Lester showed no trace of panic. He calmly spoke the incantation.

"Fire Shield Charm!"

In an instant, a blue Fiendfyre Barrier appeared out of thin air before him.

The iron door, which had been charging in so fiercely, instantly melted into a pool of scorching molten iron the moment it touched the Fiendfyre Barrier. It splashed across the floor, roasting it until it sizzled.

At the same time, the instant the Fiendfyre Barrier appeared, Lester hurled the brick in his hand with all his strength.

Empowered by magic, the black brick flew directly into the Auror unit that had just entered the battlefield.

"Watch out!" Seeing the black brick suddenly flying toward them, the elite Auror at the front immediately roared and took the lead in casting a protective spell.

Following the elite Auror Moody's actions, the other Aurors quickly copied him, raising white protective barriers one after another while warily watching the black brick Lester had thrown.

As the commander-in-chief of this Auror force, Mad-Eye Moody cautiously approached it and carefully examined the brick with his magical eye, which could see through all illusions.

"This is a Portkey!" Before long, the well-informed Moody identified the brick as a Portkey.

Moody's expression immediately changed. He threw himself sharply to the side and shouted, "Everyone, attack that Portkey!"

Sure enough, the moment Moody dodged aside, the Portkey began to shake violently.

Then, an icy aura slowly began to emerge from the tiny Portkey.

As that frigid aura continued to spread, the previously spirited Aurors were all overcome with pain, as though their happiness were being uncontrollably sucked away.

"Why am I risking my life for these Pure-blood lords?"

"Why, after working for so many years, am I still only a low-ranking Auror without even a proper Ministry of Magic position?!"

"Why can those Pure-bloods steal my achievements without doing anything!!!"

"Pure-bloods are all captains, while we Muggle-borns are just foot soldiers. Is a Ministry of Magic like this really worth dying for?"

Although the Auror unit was the Ministry of Magic's only armed force, its mortality rate was so high that almost no Pure-bloods were willing to become ordinary Aurors.

Therefore, to fill the vacant Auror positions, the Ministry of Magic usually recruited large numbers of Muggle-borns to serve as the lowest-ranking Aurors in the force.

They then chose highborn Pure-bloods to become their captains and manage these Muggle-born Aurors.

Naturally, the arrogant Pure-bloods could not be stopped from bullying others. Thus, under the Dementors' stimulation, nearly every Auror recalled the painful memories of being oppressed by Pure-bloods.

Quite a few weak-willed Aurors even threw their wands to the ground and crouched down in agony, clutching their heads.

"Damn Dementors!!!"

Moody, who was suffering the same pain, watched the Dementors slowly pour out from the Portkey and ground out those furious words through clenched teeth.