Chapter 1361: You Have the Wrong Person
Chapter 1361: You Have the Wrong Person
Without any warning, the quiet Hogsmeade village was abruptly filled with the sound of hurried footsteps in the middle of the night, as if thousands of people had suddenly descended upon the small town. The commotion startled the Dark Wizards who were temporarily residing there.
Enemy attack! A piercing cry split the night, rousing the entire village of Hogsmeade.
Everyone was startled by the group of staggering corpses that stumbled into the village. Some of the Dark Wizards, realizing the gravity of the situation, instinctively used Disillusionment Charms, attempting to flee Hogsmeade immediately. In their panic, they forgot the promises they had made at the banquet.
However, even in the face of a surprise attack by Death Eaters in the middle of the night, the group of foreign Dark Wizards was not greatly affected. The groundwork laid by Polix Valt beforehand seemed to be paying off.
The notion that "Death Eaters are a bunch of cowards who rely on Lord Voldemort's name to bully ordinary wizards" had taken root, and Polix Valt had also mentioned at the victory banquet that these despicable Death Eaters might take advantage of their rest to attack the black market.
Polix Valt's speculation seemed to be coming true.
How dare the Death Eaters! These underhanded tactics ignited a rage in the Dark Wizards who had just woken up. They took out their anger on the Boggarts that were scratching at their doors, as they were already in a foul mood from being abruptly roused from their sleep.
Boggarts were not unfamiliar dark creatures to the European Dark Wizards. Ever since the last Wizarding War, the method of creating Boggarts had spread from Britain to various European countries. Many Dark Wizards enjoyed turning their defeated opponents into these evil dark creatures.
As cannon fodder, this group of Boggarts was quite ineffective. They were being ravaged by Fire Spells, disoriented and completely harmless.
At that moment, a thick, burnt smell permeated the village of Hogsmeade.
Upon realizing that there were no other enemies besides the group of corpses, the Death Eaters began to emerge from the houses, intending to exterminate the remaining Boggarts. They understood that these damn corpses had been sent by the Death Eaters purely to harass them.
Just as the irritable Dark Wizards were cursing and exterminating the influx of Boggarts in Hogsmeade, an unusual chill crept up the street. Hundreds of Dementors appeared without warning above the village, silently descending upon the Dark Wizards who were fighting the Boggarts.
This time, there was no Patronus Charm to drive away the Dementors. Although most Dark Wizards were not easily affected by them, they still despised these creatures, especially in such large numbers. The resisting Dark Wizards felt threatened, and those who realized something was amiss tried to use Disillusionment Charms to escape. However, to their dismay, they found themselves spinning in place, as if the air they needed to pass through had turned into solid matter, rendering their Disillusionment Charms useless.
This was turning into a nightmare.
The reason the Dark Wizards remained calm was that they knew they could retreat at any time. As long as they weren't extremely unlucky, their lives would be guaranteed.
But what they didn't know was that after dealing with the Defense Association multiple times, the Death Eaters had learned that capturing their targets didn't require the use of an Anti-Disillusionment Jinx.
As everyone's resolve wavered due to the unexpected appearance of the Dementors, a ghastly howl echoed from the other side of the village.
Werewolves launched an attack from another direction, while the Death Eaters and their Dark Wizard followers transformed into wisps of smoke, plunging the battlefield into chaos and aiming to crush their opponents in one fell swoop.
Unlike the well-prepared Death Eaters, the Dark Wizards, having been ambushed repeatedly, realized the dire situation they were in. However, the current chaotic state made it difficult for them to discern who their enemies were in the midst of the confusion.
Ignoring the Boggarts scratching at the doors, Aberforth, who had been woken up in the middle of the night, wore a grim expression as he stood on the roof of the pub, gazing at the Hogsmeade street that had descended into chaos. Aberforth suspected that Anderson was behind all of this, but he couldn't fathom how he had pulled it off.
"I wonder how many will die tonight!"
The Dark Wizards trapped in Hogsmeade were not to be trifled with, especially since they had been rudely awakened from their sleep. Their tempers were short, and even when backed into a corner, they maintained the belief that if they were to die, they would take their enemies with them. This deterred many Death Eaters from showing their faces, as they feared being dragged down with their foes.
However, they were ultimately at a disadvantage. After regaining their composure, most of them chose to retreat into the surrounding houses, using them as cover to fight their enemies.
Despite their superior skills compared to the Death Eaters, they had no advantage in this situation.
With victory in sight, Yaxley looked exceptionally excited. He pointed his wand at his throat and shouted at the enemies in Hogsmeade, "Throw down your wands and come out to surrender, giving up half of the Galleons you carry! This is your only chance to live!"
"Our target is only Polix Valt, who has killed Death Eaters. He must pay the price for his actions."
However, at the end of the day, they were all Death Eaters, and no one trusted the words of their kind. No one was willing to surrender, as the reputation of the Death Eaters was abysmal. With their despicable tactics, including a midnight ambush, who could trust that surrendering would grant them any chance of survival? In the minds of these Dark Wizards, this group of cowards had no concept of credibility.
"Let me repeat, our target is only Polix Valt, who has killed Death Eaters. You don't have to throw your lives away for him or this village," Yaxley attempted to persuade the others to surrender.
"Oh, how surprising," a disdainful voice echoed through the darkness, as if something amusing had just been heard.
"You, a group of cowards with no credibility, actually dare to target me."
Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, Polix Valt's figure appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a surge of black flames that swept through the streets, engulfing everything within sight.
"Kill him!"
Yaxley roared, his voice distorted with rage. Moments earlier, Polix Valt's surprise attack had burned countless unfortunate Death Eaters to a crisp.
In truth, no orders from Yaxley were needed; the startled Death Eaters had already raised their wands, ready to strike back at Polix Valt.
Anyone who dared to wield Fiendfyre, and with such skill, posed a grave threat to everyone present.
As Dark Wizards themselves, they understood the true terror of Fiendfyre better than most.
"He's just one man, kill him!"
Facing the Death Eaters' taunts, the werewolves hesitated, unwilling to charge forward. The charred corpses littering the street served as silent testament to the man's deadly abilities.
They all shuffled to the side, afraid of becoming the next unlucky victim.
"Polix Valt."
"Take down those cowards!"
Polix Valt's sudden appearance boosted the morale of his allies, reinvigorating the beleaguered and nearly hopeless Dark Wizards. They poured out of the houses, ready to fight these despicable foes. They knew that Polix Valt alone couldn't handle this many enemies, and if they wanted to survive, they had to take action.
With Polix Valt's reappearance, chaos erupted once more, and casualties mounted on both sides. This frustrated Yaxley immensely, prompting him to order the Death Eaters to control the Inferi and launch an attack. He even deployed a large number of Dementors, hoping they would suck out Polix Valt's soul.
As practitioners of Dark Magic themselves, the Death Eaters knew how to counter Fiendfyre. Though they dared not use it for fear of losing control, they understood how to suppress it. While one person might struggle, a group of them working together could overcome this obstacle, and they had gathered quite a number of Death Eaters here.
Being the target of the Death Eaters' focused assault, Polix Valt felt immense pressure. He had to divide his attention between dodging Dark Magic, especially the Avada Kedavra curse, and controlling the Fiendfyre.
As he focused on evading the incoming spells, he loosened his control over the Fiendfyre, allowing it to spread like a pack of hunting hounds along the street toward his enemies. However, as the black flames approached the Death Eaters, they quickly suppressed it with their spells.
"Damn it, we need to retreat!"
Realizing the dire situation, Polix Valt knew he couldn't take on a whole group of Dark Wizards by himself. He needed backup, but those he had teamed up with earlier had already taken advantage of the distraction he provided to escape.
"Those who don't want to die, follow me and charge out!"
Polix Valt set fire to the nearby houses, intending to spread the Fiendfyre throughout the village to buy himself enough time to make a getaway.
The next moment, he shook his head slightly, as if sensing something. He abruptly looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of countless Dementors swirling above him like a vortex. They had lowered their hoods, revealing their pitch-black mouths, ready to tear his soul from his body.
"Damn!"
The Fiendfyre surged from his wand, driving back the encroaching Dementors. However, the Dementors were like leeches, relentlessly clinging to Polix Valt and affecting him greatly.
While the Dementors kept Polix Valt occupied, Yaxley seized the opportunity. He ordered the Inferi to swarm forward and directed the Death Eaters to suppress the raging black flames, pushing Polix Valt into a desperate situation.
The Dark Wizards who were supposed to fight alongside Polix Valt were currently locked in battle with a large group of werewolves and a smaller number of Death Eaters. They had been ambushed repeatedly, and their numbers were already diminished. The fact that they were still putting up a fight spoke volumes about their skill and determination.
"Mudblood, you're a dead man!" Yaxley glared at Polix Valt with hatred. Despite their overwhelming advantage in numbers, they had suffered heavy losses, and this enraged him.
However, as long as they could kill this mudblood, it would all be worth it. He believed that the Dark Lord would not blame him but would instead reward him for his efforts.
"It seems you've got the wrong person."
Polix Valt surveyed the growing circle of enemies around him and suddenly regained his calm, lifting his gaze to meet Yaxley's in the distance.
"No, I'm certain it's you, Albert Anderson. Don't think I can't recognize you just because you used a Polyjuice Potion."
"It seems you truly have the wrong person. I am not him." Polix Valt suddenly tossed away his wand, took a deep breath, and said something that astonished everyone. "I surrender. I believe the Dark Lord won't mind me joining, will he? After all, you need powerful allies, don't you?"
Polix Valt's words stunned everyone into silence.
They couldn't believe he would do such a thing.
"Don't joke around!" Yaxley was so furious that he almost found the situation laughable. He raised his wand and bellowed, "Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light shot toward Polix Valt, but he nimbly dodged it.
However, without his wand, Polix Valt was defenseless against the onslaught of Inferi and Death Eaters bearing down on him.
"Ah, what a pity!"
Facing the hostile group surrounding him, Polix Valt sighed softly. "Looks like this is the only way out... Let's die together, then."
A wand suddenly slipped out of his sleeve and into his hand. Before anyone could react, a surge of terrifying black flames erupted from Polix Valt, engulfing everyone nearby.
"What...?"
Yaxley froze, his eyes fixed on the writhing black flames, a wordless fury building within him. He wanted nothing more than to kill someone right now, but Polix Valt, the cause of all this, had already been reduced to ashes by the Fiendfyre.
(End of Chapter)
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