Their coordination was seamless, their spellcasting fast and accurate. They drove the loosely organized Death Eaters back step by step, killing quite a few with spells before they had even finished crawling out of their cells.
Of course, the Death Eaters were not entirely helpless.
"Urgh!" An Auror was caught by a spell and dropped on the spot. A middle-aged Auror immediately dragged him inside.
"Don't worry! It wasn't a Killing Curse! It was Petrificus Totalus!" Another Auror inside the cell gave him a quick examination and sighed in relief. He raised his wand. "Finite—"
Before he could finish the counterspell, the prisoner in the depths of the cell, who had been lying motionless on the floor like a heap of sludge, suddenly lunged at him and sank his teeth into the Auror's ear.
"Fuck!" the Auror cried out in pain. His wand went flying and landed on the filthy floor.
The prisoner snatched up his wand, but never had a chance to use it.
The middle-aged Auror had already fired an Avada Kedavra at him.
"Damn it!" the middle-aged Auror raged. "Didn't I tell you to deal with these vermin? Who was responsible for this?"
Several Aurors pointed at the man lying petrified on the floor. "Nad."
The middle-aged Auror glanced at him, then shouted outside, "Watch out for ambushes from the prisoners! Restrain them! Any unexpected trouble could get you or your teammates killed!"
Hearing his warning, the Aurors immediately took action. In less than a minute, every prisoner in the cells they occupied had been petrified, stunned, or simply killed.
Their swift response alone showed how far they had come over the past two years.
And the Death Eaters?
They were little more than a ragtag outfit. What regular training did they have? At most, they relied