With the surprising turn of events, pin drop silence ensued in the arena. Things had escalated too quickly for people to react.
Firstly, Voldemort the dreaded dark lord turned out to be a half blood.
Secondly, Lucius Malfoy turned out to be a death eater, probably, if he again does not blame the imperious curse.
Thirdly, on Lucius' indication, more than half of the present aurors who were supposed to defend them were about to go on a blind slaughter.
But the biggest turn came, when 16 not so well known individuals dressed in combat gears with Peverell crest stood and killed those aurors in a swift flash.
Voldemort seated on his chair in the middle of the arena had his eyes bulging from shock. This shock was so extreme that, he could not even react properly.
The dark lord took few moments to calm down his nerves. He now truly understood that Harry Potter was no ordinary opponent and he needs to be cautious.
"My… my…" chuckled Voldemort in false bravado. "The so called saviour of the light have now resorted to killing? More than 2 dozen ministry aurors in one go?"
Harry scoffed, "A mass murderer like you talking about killings is ironic 'half blood' Voldemort."
Voldemort clenched his fists in frustration but maintained his calmness.
"True that…" he drawled.
He leaned forward and his voice turned intense, "But Potter, did you consider that many of these aurors could be innocent? That many of them could be under the imperious curse?"
"You so ruthlessly killed them… What if they were not death eaters? What about their families?"
With Voldemort's statement, a murmur spread across the crowd. Had these aurors really been innocent? Had Harry Potter really undertaken a mass slaughter of genocide.
Voldemort was not finished yet, "And even if they were not innocent… to commit mass murder must have required a great deal of courage?"
"It seems that you are not much better than I am," the dark lord added with a mocking chuckle.
Few words from Voldemort and the way the majority of the spectators were looking towards Harry Potter changed. The 16 of his combatants who were amidst the crowd were now being seen with eyes full of hatred and disgust.
"You are quite a character 'half blood Voldemort," chuckled Harry. "But honestly I don't care."
"Malfoy here will again tell the world that he had been under imperious curse and the foolish world will again believe him," said Harry.
"They will not ask him to raise up his sleeve and showcase his dark mark or they will not question him that why does not he agree to a dose of veritaserum."
Harry continued, "This is not end of the world foolishness."
"We have a live and kicking Peter Pettigrew standing in the centre of the arena."
Harry's words drew crowd's attention to the ugly looking man who for so far had been ignored. Everyone's expression turned to that of shock.
"Well, this rat may muster another story of his braveness and yet no one will question."
"Sirius Black was thrown into Azkaban without any trial and no one questioned. Even when I told the minister of magic the truth, he dismissed it like swatting a fly."
"How could he have had the image of ministry be tarnished?" Harry mocked.
Harry's aura spread as a magical pressure started to emit from his body.
"What matters to me," Harry's voice boomed in the arena. "That none of people siding with you will be living this arena alive."
Harry pointed his wand towards Voldemort and for the first time since their face off, he turned serious.
He pushed a large amount of magic in his wand and a massive flame erupted from his wand.
The flame took the shape of a massive bird as it floated in the air. The scorching heat from the Harry's fiendfyre caused the death eaters to take two steps back.
The bird this time was almost double in size of what Harry had used in the battle of Hogsmeade.
Harry along with Amelia and Minerva were standing on a raised pillar which though reduced his mobility but gave him greater vantage point to shoot of his spells.
With a flutter of the wings, Harry's fiendfyre sailed towards Voldemort and his group. Minerva and Amelia were also not ideal.
Amelia had already whipped her wand and had fired successive bombarda maxima. On the other hand, Minerva had transformed almost a dozen pebbles into small pointed spears and they were racing towards the death eaters.
The battle of Hogwarts to kill Voldemort had begun.
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