Harry Potter: It's just a billion points of dark magic

Bang bang bang bang bang. . .

The sound of uniform footsteps continued to come from upstairs, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was like a harbinger of the arrival of death, and it kept pouring into the hearts of every prisoner.

"The Aurors have entered!"

The pure-bloods who had slowly gained the upper hand heard the constant footsteps from upstairs, and the excitement in their eyes was about to show in words when they saw this.

As long as the Aurors attack the prisoners in the middle from two directions with them from upstairs, I am afraid that this group of damned prisoners will not be able to survive even one round, and they will be wiped out by themselves and others.

"Damn it!" Among the prisoners, Sangbiao's eyes flashed fiercely. Facing the direction of the pure-blood wizard, he skillfully threw a killing curse and successfully took the life of a pure-blood wizard. .

However, for the many officials of the Ministry of Magic, the death of one or two wizards cannot affect the overall situation of the battle.

As morale continued to rise, the purebloods of the Ministry of Magic even organized a counterattack.

"Armor protection!"

After hearing a few incantations, several huge white protective shields appeared in front of the pure blood wizard's position.

Afterwards, several pure-blood wizards walked out of the bunker directly and bombarded the prisoners.

"Awada eats a big melon!"

The terrible death curse kept being thrown from their wands, and flew towards the prisoner swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, the lives of several prisoners were taken away.

Seeing this, Lester, who was standing at the back of the prisoner, could only make another shot, summoning the Fiendflame Serpent.

As soon as the Fiery Serpent appeared, it was under fire from all the pure-blood wizards of the Ministry of Magic.

Under the attack of countless curses, the Fiendfire Python only shattered a few pieces of its protective cover, and then was broken into countless sparks again, floating around.

"Master Lai, what should we do?" Seeing that Leicester, who was invincible before, had lost his divine power, all the prisoners subconsciously panicked.

The wretched old man asked anxiously how Leicester would deal with the next wave of attacks from the pure-blood wizards.

Now not only the frontline offensive has not made progress, but the sharp Aurors are about to attack the rear. At this time, many prisoners have some doubts about whether they can survive this war successfully.

Listening to the wretched old man Leonard's question, Lester raised his head to meet the expectations of the other prisoners.

"It's okay, I still have a backup!"

Unlike the other nervous prisoners, Lester looked confident rather than frightened.

That's right, as he said, he still has a few backhands, and it's not certain whether he will win or lose this war!

He, Leicester, as a traverser with a system, is he afraid that he will not be able to beat this group of officials of the Ministry of Magic who are eating vegetarian meals?

Perhaps infected by Leicester's self-confidence, the prisoners who had been low in fighting spirit once again broke out in fighting power, and once again withstood the offensive of the pure-blood wizards.

However, it can be seen from their absent-minded expressions that they are not optimistic about Leicester.

After all, even if they could defeat the hundreds of pure-blood Ministry of Magic officials in front of them, how would they deal with the experienced Aurors behind them?

You know, except for those pure-blooded second-generation Aurors who rely on the shadow of their family to enter the Auror team, other wizards who can enter the Auror team are all wizards with real skills. It's still easy to fight two dark wizards like them.

Soon, the sound of neat footsteps gradually came from the safe passage behind the prisoners, and the sound became louder and louder.

Obviously, the prisoners knew that this was a sign that the Auror forces were coming to the battlefield.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The sound of chanting mantras sounded together in the safe passage.

At the same time, as they chanted the spell, the door behind Lester and the others was directly blown out.

Because it was at the rear of the prisoners, Lester was the first to face the heavy iron gate that was flying towards him.

Looking at the iron gate that was rushing towards him, Lester didn't have a trace of panic in his eyes, and calmly recited the spell.

"Fire shield!"

In an instant, a blue Fiendfire barrier appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The originally menacing iron gate turned into a puddle of hot molten iron immediately after touching the fiery fire barrier, and scattered on the ground, making the floor sizzling.

At the same time, at the moment when the Fiendfire Barrier appeared, Lester threw the moving brick in his hand forcefully.

Under the blessing of magic power, this black brick actually flew directly into the Auror troops who had just entered the arena.

"Be careful!" Seeing the black bricks suddenly attacking him and the others, the leading elite Auror immediately roared, and at the same time took the lead in casting a protective spell.

Following the movements of the elite Auror Moody, the other Aurors followed suit one after another. They all put up white protective covers, and at the same time carefully stared at the black brick thrown by Lester. .

Mad-Eye Moody, the commander-in-chief of the Auror army, carefully approached and carefully inspected the brick with his magical eyes that can see through all illusions.

"This is a portkey!" Soon, the well-informed Moody recognized that this brick was a portkey.

Then Moody's expression changed drastically, and he threw himself aside, shouting at the same time, all attack this portkey!

Sure enough, the moment Moody stepped aside, the Portkey began to vibrate violently.

Afterwards, a gloomy aura gradually came out from this small door key.

As this cold aura continued to spread, the Aurors who were still full of fighting spirit showed pain on their faces, as if their happiness had been sucked away uncontrollably.

"Why should I give my life to this group of pure-blood elders?"

"Why have I been working for so many years, I am still a low-level Auror, and I don't even have a decent Ministry of Magic organization?!"

"Why do those purebloods take away my credit without paying anything!!!"

"Purebloods are all captains, and only we Muggle wizards are the leading soldiers. Is such a Ministry of Magic really worth my life?"

Although the Auror Force is the only violent institution within the Ministry of Magic, due to the high mortality rate of the Auror Force, few purebloods are willing to become an ordinary Auror.

Therefore, in order to fill the vacancy of the Auror position, the Ministry of Magic usually recruits a large number of Muggle wizards to serve as the lowest Auror in the Auror army.

Then they chose to let the noble-born pure-blood be their captain to manage them Muggle-born Aurors.

Naturally, you can't restrain that group of arrogant purebloods from oppressing others, so under the stimulation of the dementors, almost all Aurors recalled the painful memories of being bullied by purebloods.

There were also many weak-willed Aurors who threw their wands on the ground and squatted down in pain with their heads in their arms.

"Damn Dementor!!!"

Moody, who was also enduring the pain, watched the dementors slowly pouring out from the portkey, and spit out angry words through his teeth.