Hearing the fear of being arrested and the anger of being ignored, the goateed wizard pushed the guards away and came to the railing on the second floor. He shouted angrily, "I'm the patriarch of Servin! The Ministry of Magic doesn't have such rules, I … Ugh! "
A ray of light shot out from downstairs and hit Servin. The magic robe on his body flashed and seemed to have blocked part of the curse, but the remaining force caused him to fall from the railing and onto the stairs below. His head hit the slanted corner of the stairs with a crunching sound, and then his body twisted as he rolled down the stairs to the floor below, motionless.
The noisy scene quieted down for a moment.
Albert frowned as he looked at the goatee who was no longer breathing on the ground. He did not explain that his original plan was to stun the goatee and send him flying back. The pureblood had put on protective gear out of fear of death. Albert had also read the Netherese Scrolls, so his magic was different from the usual magic spells. So, the robe did not deflect the magic spell as usual. It only neutralized part of the spell's power and instead caused its owner to fall forward and hit his head on the guardrail and die.
"Those who resist, regardless of their identity! There's no need to show mercy! " Albert ordered loudly. In this situation where they were outnumbered, he wasn't worried about his own safety, but his subordinates needed him to turn this accident into an aura to ensure their safety.
"Yes, sir!" The Aura responded in unison, and a fierce aura was released instantly. Their voices seemed to be able to overturn the roof.
"Harris killed Servin! They're here to kill us! Come and save me! " The witch who was wrapped tightly in a cloak screamed, and then reacted by putting on the hood. She was afraid of being noticed by Albert, so she called for the guards and fled in the direction of the meeting room.
This shout was like a starting gun, and the wizards all took action. Albert led Vidocq and the team members behind him and began to rush up the stairs, as if the three of them were going to encircle the dozens of people present.
"Stop them first! Carla Ktacus, take the master back to his room first! " Realizing that a fight was inevitable, Carla Ktacus Bork, who was usually called Mr. Borgin, pushed his old master back. Then, the butler wizard pulled off his originally meticulous bow tie. "Everyone, there's no need to be afraid. They're few in number. Let your guards block them together. Everyone use the door key. Bork will provide shelter where the British can't reach!"
Unlike the usual haggling for a long time, in a matter of life and death, Butler Bork's words were more like an order than a discussion. In a very short period of time, each pure-blooded family had to leave some guards to block them, while they themselves began to rush to the room in's room with a few elites.
After receiving their masters' orders to counterattack, the guards and servants also shot out their magic spells one after another. A guard wizard with short brown curly hair and a freckled face had a green glow at the tip of his wand. This made the wizard who was guarding his son's safety shiver. He quickly pressed down on his son's shoulder and roared, "Don't use the Unforgivable Curse! The consequences of knocking out an Aura and killing an Aura are very different! Look around! "
Around them, the guards who had received their orders were indeed very loyal. They waved their magic wands with all their might for their respective families. Incantations flew towards the Auros from every corner of the room. There were blazing flames that emitted a scorching aura, ice that froze the floor into frost, and strong acid that could rapidly corrode steel handrails … However, the Auros didn't have the courage to use Unforgivable Incantations. In fact, the spells that the guards were using now weren't considered weak. However, as long as they weren't continuously hit, there was basically no risk of death other than losing the ability to fight.
However, unlike the guards' idealistic thoughts, their opponents were not the guards of hostile families or some gangsters who were doing illegal business. Their opponents were the magic government. Although the Aura did not use the Unforgivable Curse that they could actually use after the warning, they did not hold back either. Compared to the pure-blood wizards and the ordinary servants, these guards who did not have any power or influence other than their families were unfortunately the priority targets of the Aura because they were the most resistant and dangerous.
Albert, Viktor, and Viktor had already rushed to the stairs with their wands raised. Each of them had their own tasks. The weakest member of the three was responsible for casting defensive spells and counterspells to protect the team. Viktor was responsible for casting AoE spells and controlling the ground. Albert was the spearhead of the attack, aiming at the guards who seemed to be commanding the team. Currently, some of the wizards who were hit by Albert's Unforgivable Curse were kneeling on the ground, coughing violently. They could not speak, and they could not accurately wave their wands to save themselves. There was no doubt that if no one helped them to clear the liquid that filled their lungs, they would end up drowning.
Following in the footsteps of their commander, the Aura behind Albert were not afraid. They almost uniformly formed their own combat teams. Suddenly, some monsters roared beside them, and the pungent smell of sulfur filled the room. The hellhounds, which were almost the iconic companion animals of the British Aura, were summoned.
These monsters who also worshipped order cooperated well with their masters as soon as they came out. They roared and leaped upstairs. These trained hell hyenas opened their big mouths with two sharp black horns sticking out of their cheeks in tacit understanding. The Aura began to cast lightning-based spells. Although they could not do anything to the professionally trained guards for a while, the paralysis effect caused by the spells created many opportunities for the hellhounds to attack.
At this time, the unstoppable Albert's team had already used a curse to cut off the head of an unlucky guy. They had completely gone up the stairs and occupied the entrance for their colleagues and the hellhounds behind them.
This was a signal, and it made the loyal guards anxious. Some black magic, which was different from the previous light and shadow effect, but more powerful, began to shoot out from their wands. A few vicious guards began to not rely on the invisibility cloak, but cast a more difficult illusion spell to hide their figures, so that the Aura could not accurately shoot their spells at them. At the same time, they quickly passed through the wizards.
Although the personal strength of these guards, who were trained by the various families, may not be as strong as the Death Eaters, but the tactics of order at this moment made them more powerful. Unfortunately, their opponents were not ordinary people. The armed Aura, who had received more professional training in this aspect, had obviously been trained to face this kind of situation.
Although they could not confirm the whereabouts of these invisible wizards, the Aura immediately changed their attack pattern. Some Aura changed from a single target to a large-scale spell such as blazing flames, shrouding the guards and servants. Some Aura put their hands into the guards' pockets, ready to take out alchemy bombs for this kind of situation. The dyes attached to the bombs could make these invisible people reveal their figures.
Albert, who was the sharp knife, was obviously faster. He first pulled up his mask with his left hand, and then waved his hand towards the stairs behind him without stopping. The Aura who were rushing up collectively slowed down, and Albert's wand had already sprayed out a cloud of glittering dust.
In an instant, from the tip of his wand, a fan-shaped area on the second floor turned into a spectacular glittering golden fog, constantly flashing bright and dark. The strong light was very dazzling like needles.
Viktor, who was responsible for supporting Albert, as an Aura who was personally trained by Albert, adopted the same method as his instructor. Viktor's casting speed was only slightly slower than Albert's, and as a member of the Umbrella Team who had participated in the CQB training, he very tacitly placed the spell in a direction that Albert was not responsible for.
The wizards who were shrouded in the fog wailed and covered their eyes, but even if they closed their eyes, the glittering dust still continued to play its role, flashing a strong light under their eyelids, making them unable to see anything at all. Only the well-trained wizards who had been paying attention to Albert could use Iron Armor Spell or strong wind to blow the dust away from their eyes, thus avoiding the risk of blindness.
However, the dust that could be seen everywhere revealed the figures of the guards who had cast the Phantom Spell in the casting area. Even if only a little dust was on their legs, the outline of their legs was enough to let the Aura know where they were standing.
Aura behind the hellhounds also rushed up and quickly expanded the area. Albert's team did not look back. After being patted on the back by their colleagues, they continued to attack in the direction of the corridor where the hellhounds had gathered.
As the other armed Aura went up to the second floor, their spells were not as fierce and swift as Albert's team, but together with the hellhounds, it was even more vicious. Under the effective rhythm and the correct choice of spells, in the chaos, if the wizards focused on blocking the spells, they would neglect the hellhounds that were lying on the ground. If they put too much effort into the hellhounds, even if they succeeded in killing the hellhounds, they would be hit by the Aura's spells and fall to the ground.
But what happened next made them more willing to be hit by the Aura's spells. Even if they were ordered to kill without mercy, the armed Aura did not deliberately kill them when the guards did not cast the Unforgivable Curse. Except for a few unlucky ones who were hit in the vital parts, or like Servain who died from the second injury, even the ones who were hit by Albert's drowning curse were still lying on the ground, coughing in vain as they tried to empty their lungs.
The one who had caused this hair-raising scene was the Magus whose throat had been bitten by the hellhound. Other than the brief "Ugh" he let out at the beginning, there were only some sounds of his exhaling from his exposed throat.
As hellhounds that liked to obey orders, they also displayed their evil side. Having understood the meaning of 'kill without mercy', they weren't as compassionate as their masters. While the enemy was still alive, this hellhound continued to bite his neck and tore it apart. Then, from its mouth, a stream of flames spurted out from the wound on the enemy's throat.
The organs of the poor creature were instantly ignited. The smell of burning fat and grease almost overwhelmed the smell of sulfur on the hellhounds. The flames in the victim's nostrils and the smoke in his ears, coupled with the brief trembling of his body, indicated that he was suffering from the pain of being ignited from the inside out.
But in the blink of an eye, the fire had burned from the inside out of his body.
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