Chapter -24.
The blazing blue flames ignited once more in the hall, causing everyone to freeze in their tracks.
The fearsome Killing Curse seemed pitiful against this blue inferno, like a small campfire caught in a heavy rainstorm.
In no time at all, it was completely washed away, leaving no sign of it behind.
"Who's there!?"
As the blue flames flickered to life, the pureblood clad in a distinct robe felt a chilling sensation, as though a hidden predator was watching him, and the creeping fear of death settled into his heart.
"Show yourself! Don't you know that attacking an Auror will land you in Azkaban? Though we're all practically there now."
Despite trembling with fear, the Auror managed to shout defiantly into the air, hoping to call out this bold intruder to face so-called justice.
Unfortunately, he was up against Lester.
When Lester heard the pureblood demand he reveal himself, he couldn't help but sneer in contempt.
Was this pureblood so out of touch from inbreeding that he couldn't think logically?
He was invisibly hiding; why would he make himself a target?
Still cloaked from view, Lester ignored the pureblood's bluster and circled around behind him, muttering softly.
"Knot Tying Curse!"
Yes, the spell Lester was casting was the unusual Knot Tying Curse he had drawn a few days prior.
Because the spell sounded particularly harsh and brutal, Lester had refrained from using it on the prisoners in Azkaban.
After all, he wanted to use Azkaban as a sort of base; despite the prisoners being the worst types of scum, they were now under his command. Using such a vicious spell on them without cause could lead to rebellion.
Ever since he had drawn this terrifying spell, he had kept it tucked away, thinking he might never meet anyone deserving of such dreadful magic.
But now, he had found one.
Lester's whispered incantation went unnoticed by the pureblood, who was fixated on the raging flames in front of him, and this silent curse hit its mark perfectly.
"Get out here right now!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!!"
"Ah!!!!"
Suddenly, the pureblood, who had been commanding Lester to show himself just moments before, felt an icy chill beneath him, quickly followed by searing pain radiating through his lower body.
The agonizing pain twisted his face into a grotesque grimace.
With blood-curdling screams echoing through the air, the pureblood collapsed to the floor, his expression ghostly pale, whiter than his deceased great-uncle who had passed away just a week ago.
He clutched his lower body tightly, groaning in torment,
"It's knotted! My manhood is tangled!"
"Somebody! Help me get my pants off!"
"Ah ah ah ah!!!"
Witnessing the pureblood's cries sent chills down the spines of the other three Aurors, and a sense of dread began to wash over them.
[Ding! Fear value from the pureblood +50]
Lester: "."
Lester, still in a state of invisibility, regarded the writhing pureblood on the ground with a look of disbelief.
He'd thought this pureblood was a powerful wizard for casting the Killing Curse, but in reality...
Despite his agony, he had only provided a mere 50 fear points, far less than what a death curse would have given; that seemed pretty pathetic.
Lester strolled over to the pureblood, feeling the urge to offer some assistance.
After confirming the pureblood was in such pain he couldn't possibly cast a spell, Lester crouched down slowly, grabbed the waistband of the pureblood's pants, and yanked them down firmly.
With a rustle, Lester expertly pulled down the lower half of the pureblood's clothing.
Now fully exposed to the air was the pitiful sight of his already knotted manhood.
The horrifying nature of the situation sent chills through all the males present, including Lester.
It was so shocking it was almost too much to bear.
Even Lester, the one responsible for it, felt he might have gone a bit too far.
This pureblood noble, as obnoxious as he was, could have simply been dealt with by fire.
But using the knot curse on his "little rod" was truly inhumane.
"Thank you."
As the pureblood sensed his pants being pulled down, he instinctively said thank you, finally able to assess his injury, only to look down and behold the most frightening sight he'd ever encountered.
A little rod with not one, but two dead knots!
"Ah!!!!"
After initially enduring the pain and regaining a bit of rationality, the pureblood looked at his precious little rod in horror. He tilted his head, stuck out his tongue, and collapsed to the ground, fainting.
He simply couldn't handle this harsh reality.
The combined physical and psychological torment finally overwhelmed the splendidly robed pureblood, causing him to faint in fear.
"Is that it? Picking on the weak and shying away from the strong."
Lester glanced at the unconscious pureblood with disdain. With a flick of his hand, the blue flames hovering in the air transformed into a long strip of blue ribbon and darted towards the fallen pureblood.
This ribbon, entirely made of blue flames, was as beautiful as it was deadly.
As it made contact with the pureblood, the flames rushed over his body at breakneck speed.
In an instant, the blazing flames melted the pureblood, turning him into a wisp of black smoke that wafted through the air.
The three Aurors left standing felt their vision blur, and the once-prostrate pureblood vanished, replaced by a swirling cloud of smoke.
But that was just the beginning.
After consuming the pureblood, the terrifying flames expanded rapidly, morphing into an enormous flame python!
This flame python stretched an impressive hundred meters long, coiling in the center of the living room, its head alone thrice the size of Lester!
With intricate patterns on its scales and eyes filled with insatiable bloodlust, the serpent's menacing fangs glittered ominously.
An overwhelming sense of pressure radiated from the massive python, leaving the remaining three Aurors gasping for air.
Staring at the snake that filled half the room, the middle-aged Auror thought it was utterly absurd.
How in the world was he supposed to fight this? Was Voldemort back? Had he come to Azkaban to liberate his followers, only to cross paths with them?
As someone who had witnessed the turmoil before, the middle-aged Auror believed that in the entire wizarding world, aside from Voldemort, the mastermind behind this terrifying dark magic, few could wield such catastrophic magic.
Tl/N: Reading this? Throw some powerstones then!!