To the Death

"Yunus, die!!!"

Looking at Yunus, who was lying on the ground like a corpse, motionless and trampled by the Fiendfyre Beasts, Lester's eyes were filled with malice. All the grievances he had suffered over the past two weeks were condensed into a huge fireball in his hand.

Other transmigrators, after arriving in this world, either have power or influence, or at the very least, they are orphans in an orphanage, at least they have food to eat.

But what about Lester? He'd just transmigrated here, hadn't even figured out what was going on, and was thrown into Azkaban? Wasn't that just bullying an honest person?

And who caused all of this? It was Yunus, who is being brutally trampled upon right before our eyes.

Boundless rage coalesced once more in Lester's hands into a massive fireball of Fiendfyre. The moment the eerie purple Fiendfyre appeared, they transformed the area around Lester into a gigantic furnace.

"Die!!!"

Controlling the massive Fiendfyre in his hand, Lester's eyes flashed with malice as he hurled it at Yunus downstairs.

The moment the enormous fireball appeared, it utterly destroyed everything in its path.

It finally slammed hard onto Yunus was still lying on the ground.

Boom!!!

First came a deafening roar, followed by a violent shaking, and then a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose upwards from the hole created by the explosion.

At this moment, inside the Wizengamot Tribunal, all the Wizengamot members and high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic who witnessed everything subconsciously swallowed hard, their eyes filled with terror.

Who exactly is that person? Does anyone know him?

One of the white-haired old wizards pointed at the ' Sang Biao ' grinning face on the screen and asked the people around him in a trembling voice.

Upon hearing the white-haired wizard's question, everyone else shook their heads, indicating they had never seen him before. Only a few high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic who had just escaped looked at Sang Biao's somewhat familiar face, seemingly lost in thought.

Unlike these old fogies who only became members of the Wizengamot because of their family prestige, these high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic were the ones who held the highest power in the Wizarding World, and their information was naturally far more readily available than that of the old fogies of the Wizengamot.

They knew that the man beating Yunus with Fiendfyre was none other than Sang Biao, a Muggle-born's servant whom Yunus had subdued years ago!

But now, everything seems to have changed. Sang Biao has suddenly risen to power and led a group of prisoners to wipe out the Ministry of Magic. This has forced them to reconsider Sang Biao's position in their hearts.

"Minister, should we send someone to talk to Sang Biao later?"

In a dark corner, two figures were hidden in the shadows, only their bright eyes visible, constantly watching the situation outside.

The current time is 1990, ten years after Voldemort's defeat, and the current Minister for Magic is none other than Millson Bano.

Unlike the ministers who later became mere mascots of the Pure-blood families, Millson Bano was a renowned minister with real power, who personally led the resistance against Voldemort's tyranny during Voldemort's reign of terror.

Many Death Eaters were personally sent to the guillotine by him, ending their sinful lives.

Now, the Minister for Magic, who once had a distinguished military record and now holds a high position, looked at the mushroom cloud slowly rising on the screen with an extremely grim expression.

"Talk? Look at his posture, he's about to blow up the Ministry of Magic. Do you think he'll negotiate with us?"

Bano, his expression agitated, pointed at the Sang Biao who were still setting fire to Yunus and said, "I also want to negotiate with him, but what can we offer him?"

"Power, wealth, fame—with his strength, these things are all within his grasp. If he wanted, he could be another Dark Lord!"

After rattling off a long string of words, Bano, his excitement subsiding somewhat, then asked, "Dumbledore?"

Bano's words carried a hint of anticipation. Previously, he disliked Dumbledore most because Dumbledore's prestige was at its peak. If Dumbledore just nodded, his position as Minister of War would have been Dumbledore's. Therefore, he naturally disliked Dumbledore.

But now, he really hoped that Dumbledore, who had gone to Soviet Union alone a few days ago, would appear soon and end this terrible disaster.

"Headmaster Dumbledore..." His subordinate looked troubled and said, "It seems there's a riot going on in the Wizarding World Wizarding World of Soviet Union. Their entire communication system is completely paralyzed; our owls and letters can't get into Soviet Union at all."

"Damn Soviet Union!" Minister Bano's words were filled with anger.

If you want to stage a coup, then so be it! Why did you have to choose this time? Isn't this just asking for his life?!

No matter how anxious others were, the war between Lester and Yunus was far from over.

After fighting for hours, the two men now have only one way to end the battle: kill each other!

"Die!!!"

At this moment, Lester stood by the large hole on the third floor, constantly conjuring up terrifying purple fireballs in his hands, and then frantically throwing them at Yunus seemed unconscious downstairs.

Like a spell turret with unlimited mana, Lester only needed to draw the Fiendfyre around him into his hands and then smash them down on Yunus on the ground.

Yunus, who had been lying on the ground and enduring Lester's beatings, was being beaten so badly that black mist was swirling around his body. Every time Lester's fireballs hit him, a little black mist would be expelled from his body and slowly swirl around Yunus.

That wasn't all. Don't forget that Yunus was also surrounded by several Fiendfyre Beasts, which were tearing at Yunus on the ground with their hooves and teeth.

At the same time, eerie purple Fiendfyre covered Yunus's entire body, turning him into a purple-black fireman.

The sheer intensity of this attack was only countered by the continuous stream of black mist generated by Yunus's body to contain the terrifying Fiendfyre. Otherwise, even Voldemort would probably have been burned to ashes by the Fiendfyre.

Seeing Yunus, who was already beyond saving, Lester showed no mercy and transformed into a bomb maniac, relentlessly hurling Fiendfyre at Yunus.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

For a time, the sound of explosions throughout the five underground levels was incessant. Lester even had the leisure to control the frequency of his fireballs, composing a little tune with the sound of the bombs. He refused to believe that Yunus could survive his attacks.

Lester had his fun throwing bombs, but the wizards of Wizengamot downstairs were in for a rough time.

Although there was still some distance between them, the power of Lester's fireballs was so great that each time he threw one, the courtroom below would shake uncontrollably.