Chapter -63.
"Enough, Arlis!"
A furious shout rang out through the hall, followed by a massive protection Charm appearing right in front of the enormous flames, successfully blocking Lester's deadly attack.
The fiery inferno met this formidable protection Charm and didn't budge at all; instead, the flames curled around the white barrier and surged in all directions.
A middle-aged man dressed in a black Auror cloak emerged, his whole body engulfed in flames that burned a deep crimson, illuminating the dark void around him.
This was Carlson, the Azkaban guard, and Lester's subordinate—the true star of this intense scene!
As soon as Carlson appeared, he caught everyone's attention.
"Who is he?"
Unlike the other pureblood officials who had shut their eyes in resignation, Minister Smith felt strong enough to challenge Lester. However, wary of Lester's earlier rage when he killed Bernard, he hesitated to act. Faced with the horrifying flames, his instinct was to escape.
But before he could get away, a figure who seemed to be a powerful Auror appeared, blocking the terrifying assault!
Like Minister Smith, the others were taken aback and puzzled by Carlson's presence.
Blocking those flames with just a protection Charm required immense strength! He was wearing an Auror cloak—could he truly be an Auror?
As everyone stood in shock, unable to determine who Carlson was, he suddenly sprang into action!
With a fierce gaze, Carlson opened his eyes; his pupils glowed crimson, and his stare was like lightning, slicing through the darkness.
"Who allowed you to wreak havoc in the Ministry of Magic? Now that you're here, just surrender!"
Carlson's hoarse and deep voice rang clearly in everyone's ears, and they stared in disbelief at his confident stance.
Powerful, self-assured, proud—these emotions radiated from his brief declaration. Only a true powerhouse could make such bold statements.
Even Lucius, an experienced pureblood accustomed to worldly matters, felt a curiosity about Carlson's true identity. The Ministry of Magic was already ablaze thanks to "Arlis," so what gave this lesser-known Auror such confidence?
In a surprising twist, Carlson's showmanship nearly caught Lester off guard, but his high level of skill enabled him to recover quickly.
"Hmph, such bold claims!" Lester scoffed, mirroring the role of a villain as he replied.
Then, to demonstrate his shamelessness and emphasize Carlson's strength, Lester launched a fierce attack. He swung his right hand, unleashing a massive fiery dragon towards Carlson.
Carlson, however, remained composed and unfazed by the assault.
"Expelliarmus!"
Calmly uttering the disarmament spell, a red beam shot from Carlson's wand, heading directly for the fiery dragon Lester had unleashed.
Witnessing Carlson use a disarmament spell against the fiery attack sent the pureblood officials who had pinned their hopes on him into a frenzy of despair.
"Big brother! Use a stronger spell!!!"
"Killing curse! Killing curse! Brother, please at least use the killing curse!!!"
Initially, everyone felt hopeful that a mighty figure had arrived to change the tide, but here was this guy, seemingly out of his depth!
Not only did the pureblood officials watch in outrage, but even Lester, opposing Carlson, felt at a loss. He knew Carlson could be a bit scatterbrained, but he couldn't believe he would be this reckless—using a disarmament spell against a fiery attack.
Lester was frustrated. Did Carlson think he was Harry Potter, capable of countering Voldemort's killing curse? Who gave him, a mere Auror, such confidence?
Despite feeling helpless and for the sake of maintaining his role, Lester continued to play along.
The disarmament spell, like a mantis trying to stop a cart, unexpectedly dispersed the fiery dragon upon impact, charging onward at Lester with a fierce momentum.
"Ah!!!"
With Lester's exaggerated cry of 'excruciating pain,' he was thrown backwards, falling into the searing flames below, despite having stood atop the fiery dragon like a deity.
The pureblood officials stood dumbfounded: "."
The prisoners, wanting to laugh but too afraid, thought: "."
Some terrified Aurors were left speechless: "."
Seeing the 'god-like' Lester so effortlessly blown away by a disarmament spell left the pureblood officials in disbelief—what a ridiculous turn of events!
Then came overwhelming excitement; of course, when they faced certain doom, a powerful savior appeared—how could they not feel thrilled?
The prisoners recognized Carlson immediately. This was the man who had shouted during Lester's speech and had given them wands!
When Carlson blocked Lester's fiery attack with the protection charm, they quickly understood what was unfolding, wearing shocked expressions.
Earlier, while causing a ruckus at the Ministry of Magic, they had felt uneasy; Bruce had burned the entire place down, putting all of them—mere accomplices—in danger of being pursued by all magical authorities.
But now, it seemed Lester had a way to redeem himself—what a surprise!
Unlike the excited prisoners and pureblood officials, a few Aurors felt fear as they witnessed Carlson's disarmament spell sending the Dark Lord 'Arlis' into the sea of flames.
Others may not recognize Carlson, but how could they not identify one of their own Aurors?
This was the group that had sent Carlson to Azkaban; now that he was back and seemingly powerful, if he truly defeated Arlis, they would be finished.
As anticipated, their fears were confirmed. After dispatching the fiery attack with the disarmament spell, Carlson scanned the crowd, locking eyes with his 'colleagues,' and then unhesitatingly jumped into the flames below.
"It's over, he really is Carlson!"
Many Aurors who had previously shunned him wore expressions of dread, wishing he had never shown up and that they could have perished in the flames instead.
In the past, they'd treated Carlson, an Muggle-born wizard, as disposable, casting him aside after using him.
Now that the king had returned, they were certain he would seek vengeance!
In contrast to the distraught pure-blood Aurors, the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic were thrilled by Carlson's arrival.
No matter if it was a black cat or a white cat, as long as it caught mice, it was a good cat.
As long as Carlson was strong enough to quell the uprising and restore the Ministry's reputation, these officials would gladly kneel before him.
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