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Chapter 524: Alliance? No Such Thing!
Chapter 524: Alliance? No Such Thing! (Combined)
Chapter 524: Alliance? No Such Thing! (Combined)
The intense flames and powerful Magic Fluctuation instantly caught the attention of the Aurors. Seeing the massive fireball, which had swelled to over two meters in diameter, hurtling towards them, the four Aurors were momentarily panic-stricken.
"Enemy attack!" Fortunately, their years of training kicked in, and one of them quickly reacted, letting out a shrill cry. The others swiftly raised their wands and cast spells to create protective barriers.
"Impediment Jinx!"
"Protego!"
In the next second, the speeding fireball collided with the Magic Barrier. It held for a moment but was quickly shattered, and the orange fireball disintegrated, releasing a torrent of light and heat in all directions.
The two front Aurors were blasted away, crashing into the pillars behind them. The Protego charms protecting them shattered.
One Auror, his clothes tattered, spat out a mouthful of blood. Thanks to the Protego, he had escaped the worst of it.
But the other Auror, who had been unable to cast any Protective Charms in time, was not so lucky. He was blown apart, his body a bloody mess, and fell silent.
The surviving Aurors had no time to celebrate, as they all knew the Danger was far from over!
Before the smoke from the explosion had fully cleared, a dozen colorful Spell Beams shot through the haze, accompanied by the low howls of werewolves.
"It's those damn werewolves! Fall back and alert the others!" The lead Auror, realizing the overwhelming number of enemies, quickly issued orders to retreat and planned to use Apparition to escape.
However, his movements were too slow. Ivan and his group, who had been lying in wait, would not let him get away. A gray-black werewolf leaped in front of him, biting his arm and interrupting his Casting.
The other Aurors were also attacked almost immediately.
Caught off guard, within a few seconds, all four Aurors were on the ground, unable to put up any meaningful resistance.
The few merchants in the Wizarding Market, witnessing this brutal scene, were stunned. They didn't even bother to gather their belongings and fled in panic.
Ivan paid them no mind. His target this time was the Wizarding Market, and these Poor Wizards were not his concern.
"Lord Hals, what should we do with these two? Should we kill them?" Fenrir and Walker, each holding a captured Caster, approached and asked.
"Keep them under guard for now", Ivan glanced at the two incapacitated Aurors and waved his hand.
If he could avoid it, he didn't want to kill. The Wizarding World already had too few Wizards, and these Aurors, who worked for pay, likely had no real loyalty to the Nott Family. He would wait to interrogate them before deciding their fate.
As Ivan thought this, a distant explosion and the sound of battle cries reached his ears. He immediately knew that Asia and Dawgert had begun their attack.
"Leave four people to guard the entrance. The rest, follow me inside!" Ivan wasted no time and gave his orders.
To prevent any reinforcements from trapping them inside, it was crucial to keep the exit clear.
Fenrir and the others nodded. This had been planned beforehand, so they quickly assigned the guards and the remaining nine Wizards followed Ivan into the Wizarding Market.
After easily stunning the two guards inside, Ivan arrived at a spacious room. Following the map, he turned a lamp placed nearby.
Click, click, click.
The wall behind him cracked open, revealing a narrow passage that could only accommodate two people side by side.
At the end of the passage, a large hall could be seen, but the limited view made it impossible to determine if it was guarded.
Ivan picked up a brick without hesitation and led the way, with Fenrir and the others close behind.
Halfway through the passage, six fully armed Dark Wizards suddenly appeared at the end, clearly having heard the explosions outside and set up an ambush.
In a more open area, these Dark Wizards would have run for their lives, but in this narrow space, Ivan and his group had no way to avoid them.
"Reducto! Sectumsempra!"
"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!"
"Incendio!"
A barrage of colorful spell beams shot over, including several green beams that made everyone's hair stand on end.
Fenrir and the others’ faces changed dramatically. They were caught in a dilemma, as their Shield Charms and *Protego* spells could not withstand the power of the Killing Curse.
Ivan calmly threw the brick in his hand and pointed his *wand*.
Under the combined effects of the *Enlargement Charm* and *Transfiguration Spell*, the brick rapidly expanded, its surface gradually taking on a metallic sheen, forming a wall-like barrier in front of them.
*Boom!*
Several spells collided with the brick wall. Despite being a magical construct, it was not as solid as a real wall and exploded, sending shards flying in all directions.
"Oppugno!"
Ivan had anticipated this. He swung his *wand* again, and all the brick fragments were drawn towards the Dark Wizards at the end of the passage, pelting them.
Ivan’s companions, including Fenrir, did not stand idle. They drew their *wands* and retaliated, venting their anger.
Faced with such a wide-ranging magical assault, the Dark Wizards, lacking any sense of sacrifice, retreated after the first wave of attacks failed, leaving the passage to avoid further harm. This also meant they lost their opportunity for a second strike!
Ivan moved swiftly, covering several meters in just two seconds and entering the hall.
The tables and walls ahead were pitted and dented from the falling debris. In the two seconds it took Ivan to arrive, half of the six Dark Wizards had already fled.
One Dark Wizard who hadn’t managed to escape turned around and, without a word, cast a spell.
"Diffindo!"
A red beam struck Ivan and then reflected back, knocking him off his feet.
Ivan calmly followed up with a *Stunning Spell*, incapacitating the Dark Wizard.
At the same time, Fenrir and the others who had been following Ivan rushed in, firing several spells. The remaining two Dark Wizards fell to the ground in a gruesome state.
Ivan glanced back. He had initially wanted to capture them alive, but after a moment’s thought, he closed his mouth. Asking Fenrir and the others to hold back in such an intense battle would be irresponsible to their lives!
"Two paths ahead. According to the plan, we need to split up. Fenrir, you take some people and search the left path!" Ivan consulted his map, confirming that the meeting room was on the right, and then addressed Fenrir.
"Yes, Lord *Hals*", Fenrir, now in his *werewolf* form, nodded with his massive, fearsome head and led four subordinates down the left passage at a sprint.
Ivan did not move immediately. He extended his right hand and tapped a cabinet in the hall with his *wand*. Under the influence of magic, the wooden cabinet softened, elongated, and transformed into a massive *Giant Serpent*.
All the passages in the underground chamber were extremely narrow, making it nearly impossible to evade magic if someone blocked the way. He needed a large enough meat shield to protect him from these spells.
Although Ivan could transform into a *Basilisk* and wreak havoc, it might be dangerous. What if he accidentally took a *Killing Curse* while in the front line?
He didn’t want to find out if a *Basilisk*’s magic-resistant skin could withstand a *Killing Curse* firsthand!
"Move out!" Ivan watched as the *Giant Serpent* slithered into the passage, then summoned his *Patronus* as a backup before giving the order to proceed.
A few minutes earlier, in the underground meeting room,
Six *Wizards* were gathered around a mahogany round table, engaged in a heated debate.
"We’ve lost too many people over the past few months, and the Wizarding Market is getting quieter every day. This can’t go on!"
"What can we do? Surrender and admit defeat? Do you think they’ll let us off now that we’re in this situation?"
"Right! We can’t give in. If we bow to those Half-bloods and Muggle-borns, what will be left of our dignity? We can recruit more people or seek help from the Ministry of Magic."
The room buzzed with intense discussion, the air thick with tension.
Anyone could see that they were at a disadvantage. The enemy was closing in, and their defeat was only a matter of time.
Under normal circumstances, they would have started negotiating by now, trying to see if they could avoid further attacks on the Wizarding Market by making some concessions. After all, continuing the fight would only result in greater losses.
But the problem this time is different. Their enemy is not an equal, not a Pureblood Wizards family, but a Magic Shop owner from Knockturn Alley. Compromising with such a lowly Half-blood, who has no standing, is something they find hard to swallow.
As the argument gradually reached a stalemate, one of the Wizards in Black Robes turned to Notte, who had remained silent, and suggested, "Old Nott, isn't the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement your friend? If the Ministry of Magic is willing to intervene, things would be much easier."
"How easy do you think that is? The Ministry of Magic has no time to spare for us right now", Notte shook his head and sighed.
Given his status, he naturally knew more than the average Wizard. Recently, Azkaban seemed to have lost a very important prisoner, and a large number of Aurors had been secretly dispatched.
Add to that the recent Dementor uprising, and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was on the verge of going mad. The last time they met, he looked like he had aged several years. He had no interest in dealing with the petty problems in Knockturn Alley.
Moreover, Old Nott was very clear that in the eyes of many high-ranking officials at the Ministry of Magic, the Wizards in Knockturn Alley were all bad apples. If they fought and killed each other, the officials would be more than happy to see it, as it would likely mean fewer dark incidents in the Wizarding World for a while.
Hearing Notte's words, everyone present fell into a brief silence. Without the intervention of the Ministry of Magic, getting the other side to settle down was nothing short of a pipe dream.
The short, plump Witch sitting in the corner hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and suggested, "I think Asia is not just trying to take over the Wizarding Market. In the past few months, she hasn't just been targeting us. She must have a larger plan! If you can convince the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of this, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not stand by and do nothing!"
"Do you really think those people will believe that a Magic Shop owner in Knockturn Alley poses a threat to their rule? Ha, difficult!" Old Rosier sneered, shaking his head and pouring cold water on the idea.
"No, we can gather or fabricate some evidence. We just need to make the Ministry of Magic see that they have gathered many Dark Wizards with sinister intentions!" the plump Witch said fiercely.
"Then let's vote on it. If more than half agree, we'll start implementing it!" Notte's index finger lightly tapped the table. After hesitating for a moment, he finally made the decision.
"Seconded!"
The other Wizards had no objections and agreed one by one. This was their last resort. If it didn't work, they would have to consider surrendering or compromising.
Old Rosier glanced around at everyone, feigning a worried expression as he nodded in agreement. In his heart, however, he sighed. It was already too late to start seeking the Ministry of Magic's help.
None of them would likely walk out of here today.
But while he was lamenting, Old Rosier also felt a sense of relief. He was on the winning side, and this time, he would not only be unharmed but also gain credit!
As for the psychological pressure of betraying allies?
It didn't exist!
Old Rosier knew very well that if there was enough benefit, any one of the people in front of him would betray him without hesitation. The so-called alliance was just a joke.
Boom
Just as Old Rosier was thinking this, a loud noise came from above, and the sound of explosions could be heard. The chairs and table in the conference room shook violently.
"What's happening? What's going on?" the plump Witch looked panicked, holding onto the table to keep from falling.
"From the noise, it sounds like someone is attacking from the outside!" Notte's face was grim. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the few people in the room.
"What? How could this happen so coincidentally?" Old Rosier frowned, looking bewildered.
The others exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with an unspoken understanding. Only they knew about the secret meeting taking place today.
(End of Chapter)
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