A New Dark Lord

At this moment, the Ministry of Magic was filled with smoke, and dilapidated buildings were scattered throughout every corner of the settlement.

Corpses lay on the ground, their deaths gruesome and varied, their terrified expressions revealing the fear that had gripped them.

A living hell, with millions of corpses and rivers of blood—that's an exaggeration.

However, to say that there were hundreds of corpses lying in the ground would not be an exaggeration at all.

Hundreds of unfortunate pure-blood officials did not survive until Yunus made a move, dying directly in the early stages of the battle, their bodies completely corroded by the Fiendfyre.

Minister for Magic Bano looked at the ruins before him and nervously swallowed.

"Finally, I've killed that bastard Yunus!" Lester looked at Yunus, who had been burned to ashes and was beyond dead, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He hadn't expected that Yunus would be so difficult to kill, just like a cockroach, suddenly launching an attack every now and then. If it weren't for the system's protection and the powerful effect of the Knotting Curse, he might have been left here today.

Lester desperately wanted to complain, but he forced himself to hold back, barely managing to maintain his expressionless face, because countless pairs of eyes filled with shock, awe, and fear were fixed on him alone in the Ministry of Ministry of Magic's Entrance Hall.

Everyone clearly understands one fact: a new strongest being in the Wizarding World has been born...

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lester rode on the Fiendfyre Dragon, the dilapidated ruins behind him and the hundred-meter chasm carved out by the giant flaming blade making his figure appear incredibly majestic, like a god walking among mortals.

One of the Azkaban prisoners standing at the front quickly succumbed to the pressure, his legs buckling and he collapsed to his knees.

It was as if a switch had been flipped; the remaining prisoners, including the exceptionally strong Sang Biao, all dared not stand and prostrated themselves on the ground.

[Ding! Gained 1000 Fear Points from Mison Bano]

[Ding! You have gained Lucius Malfoy's Fear Points +500]

[Ding! You have gained Ludo Bagman's Fear Points +300]

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Looking at the ' Sang Biao ' who had just destroyed most of the Ministry of Magic and killed Yunus, the head of the Auror, the group of barely surviving Ministry of Magic officials and purebloods felt like they were about to faint.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, please come out quickly!" Minister Bano looked at Lester, who was staring at them expressionlessly like a god, and prayed in his heart that Dumbledore would appear soon.

He had previously complained that Dumbledore too powerful and influential, and that his existence would threaten his rule.

It seems the Ministry of Magic really needs a top-tier white wizard with exceptional skills to keep things under control; Bano simply can't handle it!

Not only Bano couldn't withstand it, but the other pure-blood officials also performed even worse when faced with Lester's dragon charge.

If they hadn't been surrounded by their colleagues, they probably would have knelt down along with the prisoners.

At this moment, these Ministry of Magic officials had never so desperately wanted Dumbledore to appear. They no longer cared about those power struggles of their childhood; their lives were hanging by a thread, who cared about power anymore?

Just as all the Ministry of Magic officials were looking on with dismay, preparing for the trial, Ludo Bagman, who was also kneeling on the ground among the prisoners, wished he could bury his head in the ground, not daring to look up at the ' Sang Biao ' who was displaying his might.

He had originally planned to betray the group and attack the prisoners from behind after Sang Biao was killed by Yunus, thus becoming a war hero.

To everyone's surprise, Lester was not killed; instead, Yunus was killed.

Now, Ludo Bagman's position is somewhat awkward. Should he jump out and reveal his identity, then die with his colleagues? Or should he try to stay hidden and continue pretending to be innocent?

While Ludo was pondering his next move, Lester wasn't idle either, after all, who knew when Dumbledore would arrive?

Don't be fooled by his current impressive display of power and prestige as he wreaks havoc in the Ministry of Magic with his prisoners; his main strength lies in his invincible Fiendfyre.

If he were to face Dumbledore directly now, he would probably be instantly killed by Dumbledore before he could even make a move. The title of First White Wizard was not self-proclaimed by Dumbledore; it was earned by him through spell after spell.

"Put down your wands!" Lester commanded the Auror and pure-blood officials on the ground, his face expressionless.

At the same time, hundreds of fireballs appeared directly beside Lester, ready to be unleashed at his command and claim their lives.

Auror: "..."

Looking down at the Ministry of Magic, now a sea of fire, and then up at Lester, who stood atop the giant dragon's head exuding murderous intent, they readily threw their wands to the ground without the slightest hesitation.

As for the pure-blood officials? Sorry, they wisely threw their wands on the ground the moment Lester stepped on the dragon and vomited Yunus to death, indicating that they had no intention of resisting.

Everyone, except for the prisoners Lester brought with him, looked at Lester, who was standing on the dragon, with trepidation and trembling fear.

However, not all of them were afraid. Among them, a handsome man with platinum blonde hair was hiding timidly in the crowd, with a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes from time to time.

"The new Dark Lord," Lucius said, looking up at Lester, who seemed like a god, his eyes gleaming.

Unlike the pureblood officials who were afraid that Sang Biao would suddenly go mad and control the dragon to kill them with a single breath, Lucius was not afraid of being killed by the dragon's breath at all.

With Sang Biao's current strength, if handled properly, he could completely rival Dumbledore.

Ten years ago, he spearheaded a bet on Voldemort, believing he could successfully control the Wizarding World Wizarding World, and that he and other veteran pure-bloods would once again dominate it.

Even after Voldemort became powerful and took control of these old purebloods, Lucius and the other old nobles remained completely unfazed.

A dynasty that lasted a hundred years, a family that lasted a thousand years.

Even if Voldemort did succeed in seizing power and used his immense strength to control the entire Wizarding World, turning the old pure-blood nobles into his servants...

But so what? Did Voldemort have any children? Could he leave his position to his descendants?

Cannot!

But these pure-blood families can do it. At worst, their generation will suffer and serve Voldemort like slaves. After Voldemort dies, won't the world still belong to these pure-blood nobles?

Unfortunately, even though he carried the hopes of countless old-fashioned pure-blood nobles, Voldemort was still killed by a rebound shot from the infant Harry Potter.

This resulted in their supporters being punished to some extent, but even so, these veteran purebloods are still not giving up. As long as there is an opportunity to control the Wizarding World, they will swarm in.

Now, this rising Dark Lord might just be a good investment target.