The Ministry of Magic About to Be Punched Through
Just as Moody and the others were frantically fleeing upwards, the battle between Lester and Yunus officially entered its most intense phase.
The Fire Shield Charm, now upgraded to level 3, is far more powerful than the fire Grindelwald set in Paris back then.
Purple flames raged wildly on the third basement level of the Ministry of Magic, with countless purple Fiendfyre Beasts wreaking havoc within.
Whether it was the pristine white desk, the office chair, or even the floor of the third basement level, everything became fuel for these Fiendfyre Beasts.
In just a few minutes, everything on the entire third floor was burned to ashes, leaving only Yunus, shrouded in black mist, and Lester, enveloped in purple flames, exchanging blows.
"Fire!" Lester suddenly grabbed at the side with his right hand, and a ball of purple Fiendfyre flew directly from the ground as if drawn by a force, then circled Lester's body in a small circle before hurtling towards Yunus.
At this moment, Yunus was truly suffering in silence, unable to express his bitterness.
Not only did he have to control the black mist to fight against the beasts made of Fiendfyre around him, but he also had to guard against Lester's occasional sneak attacks, leaving him utterly exhausted both physically and mentally.
"Roar!!!"
The instant Lester made his move, the other Fiendfyre Beasts that were besieging Yunus also launched their attack simultaneously, rushing forward and tearing at Yunus.
Faced with attacks from all directions, Yunus was overwhelmed and was immediately struck by Lester's Fiendfyre attack.
Boom!!!
With a deafening roar, Yunus was blasted away again, crashing heavily onto the Fiendfyre floor.
That wasn't all. As soon as he landed, the Fiendfyre on the ground eagerly climbed onto Yunus's body, which was covered in black mist.
In an instant, Yunus was engulfed in Fiendfyre, and the once invincible black mist crackled and popped under the Fiendfyre heat.
Seeing Yunus collapse to the ground, Lester's eyes burned with even greater killing intent. He clasped his hands together and then slammed them down in the air towards Yunus!
In an instant, a Fiendfyre Fist, 100 times larger than Lester's two hands combined, appeared out of thin air above Yunus's body.
Then it suddenly slammed down, crashing heavily onto Yunus.
Boom!!!!
The solid floor beneath Yunus was blasted open by the relentless blow, creating a large hole, and countless bricks and tiles rained down.
Yunus, who was the first to be hit, fared even worse, and was knocked from the third underground level all the way down to the fourth.
It crashed heavily onto the floor of the fourth basement level, and the surrounding desks were overturned by the powerful blast, causing a loud noise.
Looking at the large hole he had just punched in the floor, Lester didn't go down first. Instead, he waved his hand behind him.
Instantly, the Fiendfyre Beasts had been rampaging wildly on the third underground level behind Lester received the order, immediately turned their guns around, rushed to the large hole, and jumped down.
Then he stepped directly on Yunus...
One, two, three...
Within minutes, dozens of Fiendfyre Behemoth jumped down into the missile crater created by Lester.
And the moment they jumped down, they immediately began tearing at Yunus, who was lying on the ground, still unaware of his fate.
At the same time, the terrifying purple Fiendfyre spread to the fourth underground level, quickly turning it into a sea of fire.
Fortunately, most of the wizards from the previous four levels chose to go up and participate in the resistance, so the fourth underground level is now empty.
Only Yunus is being mercilessly trampled by the Fiendfyre Behemoth.
Eighth basement level, Wizengamot Tribunal.
A group of wizards dressed in Wizengamot uniforms were anxiously whispering to each other, their eyes frequently glancing at the large screen in the center, their faces filled with boundless fear.
On the large screen, a live broadcast showed the battle between Lester and Yunus on the fourth underground level.
As members of the Wizengamot, they were supposed to be at the Ministry of Ministry of Magic today for a routine trial involving wizards who had used magic in the Wizarding World.
It's a simple matter. If the wizard is a pure-blood, just take a bribe, go through the proper procedures, and release him.
If the wizard is a Muggle-born with no money and no social connections, then throw him directly into Azkaban's jail.
Based on the principle that if the perpetrators were pure blood, they could accept bribes and earn some extra money, many members of the Wizengamot still chose to attend the trial.
Unexpectedly, the culprit turned out to be a Mudblood. Does this even need a sentence?
They didn't even bother with a trial; they just went straight to the point and sentenced that unfortunate guy to Azkaban.
After the verdict was announced, seeing that there was no benefit to be gained, they all prepared to leave.
Then... at this crucial moment, Lester led his prisoners down from upstairs in a menacing manner.
Just like a line from China comedy sketch, "We came here perfectly well, but we can't go back!"
These wizards from Wizengamot were trapped on the eighth underground level.
Meanwhile, some high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic are also trapped here. They come from various departments and are often their superiors.
As high-ranking officials, they naturally wouldn't risk their lives like other pure-bloods, brandishing wands.
It's important to understand that even among purebloods, there are different levels. High-level purebloods like them are all hiding downstairs, waiting for the situation to be resolved before stepping forward to take charge.
However, the situation developed far beyond their expectations. The low-ranking pure-blooded officials they had sent out to fight all managed to escape, while the real high-ranking officials were trapped and died underground.
And judging from Lester's insane behavior, this madman really wants to destroy the Ministry of Magic!
Just as I feared, the Fiendfyre Behemoth trampled wildly, and the Fiendfyre continued to erode the floor, creating another large hole in the floor of the fourth underground level.
Yunus's body, shrouded in black mist, was struck down again, crashing heavily onto the desk on the fifth basement level. The powerful impact even broke the sturdy desk in two.
The wizard watching the battle from Wizengamot shuddered once more.
Don't get me wrong, they're not feeling sorry for Yunus, they're feeling sorry for themselves.
In just a few minutes, Yunus had been battered from the third underground level all the way down to the fifth. If this continued, in ten minutes, the Fiendfyre Behemoth would fall down with Yunus.
The wizards in Wizengamot turned pale at the thought of those Fiendfyre Behemoth, which had evolved to be as tall as small mountains, about to wreak havoc in the Wizengamot Tribunal.
Seeing Yunus, who had been embedded in the five layers of floorboards once again even under the trampling of the Fiendfyre Behemoth, the members of the Wizengamot were utterly devastated.
"Please, please don't come any closer!!!"