Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -55.

As Moody and the others hurriedly moved upward, the clash between Lester and Bernard heated up significantly.

The Protego Diabolica, now upgraded to level 3, displayed an immense power that surpassed the spell Grindelwald had unleashed in Paris years ago.

On the third underground level of the Ministry of Magic, fierce purple flames danced uncontrollably, with countless purple fire creatures causing chaos all around.

Everything from the spotless white desks to the office chairs and even the floor had become fuel for these fiery beasts.

Within a matter of minutes, the entire third level was reduced to ashes, leaving only Bernard, cloaked in dark mist, and Lester, surrounded by purple flames, in a fierce confrontation.

"Flames, Arise!" Lester commanded suddenly, and a ball of purple fire shot up from the ground as if drawn by an unseen force, swirling around him before launching towards Bernard.

At that moment, Bernard felt like a silent figure battling through an overwhelming storm; he had to simultaneously manage the black mist to fend off the fire creatures while keeping an eye out for Lester's sneaky attacks, completely exhausting him.

"Roar!!!"

As Lester struck, the other fire beasts encircling Bernard also launched their assault, racing in to bite at him.

Overwhelmed by attacks from every direction, Bernard found it impossible to defend himself and was struck by Lester's fiery blow.

Boom!!!

With a deafening crash, Bernard was hurled back, slamming onto the fiery floor.

And it wasn't over yet; as soon as he landed, the flames immediately licked up Bernard's body, engulfing him in fire.

In an instant, he was surrounded by flames, and the once potent black mist began to sizzle under the intense heat.

Seeing Bernard collapse, a glint of malice sparked in Lester's eyes; he pressed his hands together and forcefully struck toward Bernard.

Out of nowhere, a massive fiery fist, a hundred times larger than Lester's hands, formed above Bernard and came crashing down.

Boom!!!!

The floor beneath Bernard shattered under the relentless attack, sending bricks and tiles cascading down.

Caught in the force of the impact, Bernard was propelled from the third underground level down to the fourth.

He landed heavily on the fourth level floor, the surrounding desks toppling over from the powerful shockwave, creating a resounding clamor.

Looking at the gaping hole he had just created, Lester didn't follow immediately. Instead, he waved his hand behind him.

Instantly, the fire beasts that had been wreaking havoc on the third level responded to his command, leaping into the newly created hole.

One, two, three...

In just a few moments, dozens of towering fire giants jumped down through the breach Lester had made.

As soon as they landed, they pounced on Bernard, who was still on the ground, oblivious to his impending doom.

Simultaneously, the menacing purple flames spread to the fourth underground level, quickly transforming it into a fiery chaos.

Fortunately, most of the wizards on the fourth level had opted to join the resistance, leaving this level relatively empty.

Only Bernard was left to endure the relentless onslaught of the fire giants.

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On the eighth underground level, in the Wizengamot courtroom.

A group of wizards in Wizengamot uniforms were anxiously whispering among themselves, casting worried glances at the large screen in the center, their faces filled with dread.

The screen displayed a live feed of the battle between Lester and Bernard on the fourth underground level.

As members of the Wizengamot, they had originally come to the Ministry of Magic for routine business, participating in a trial concerning a wizard who had used magic in the wizarding world.

It was a simple matter; if the wizard was pure-blood, they would accept a bribe and let him go, but if the wizard was a poor Muggle-born with no connections, he would be sent straight to Azkaban.

Operating under the principle that pure-bloods could bribe their way out of crimes, many members of the Wizengamot chose to attend this trial.

However, the outcome went awry when it turned out the culprit was a Muggle-born. Did they even need a trial at that point?

They were too indifferent to hold a trial, swiftly escalating the situation and sentencing the unfortunate individual to Azkaban.

Once the verdict was rendered, realizing there was no profit to be made, they started preparing to leave.

At that critical moment, Lester came storming down with the prisoners, filled with rage.

As if pulled from a comedic sketch, "Everything was okay on the way in, but now we can't leave!"

This group of Ministry wizards found themselves trapped underground on the eighth level.

Simultaneously, several high-ranking officials from the Ministry found themselves stuck here, hailing from various departments and typically the top supervisors.

Being high-ranking officials, they obviously wouldn't rush in with their wands like some pure-bloods.

You see, among pure-bloods, there are levels; those high-ranking pure-bloods like themselves were hiding downstairs, waiting for the chaos to subside before making their entrance.

However, events unfolded far beyond their expectations. Low-ranking pure-blood officials they sent to fight had managed to escape successfully, leaving them, the true high-ranking officials, trapped below ground.

Moreover, observing Lester's frenzied approach, it was evident this man was determined to break through the Ministry of Magic!

Indeed, oftentimes, what we fear the most comes to pass. Amidst the thunderous steps of the rampaging fire beasts and the advancing flames, yet another hole was smashed into the floor of the fourth underground level.

Bernard, enveloped in dark mist, was knocked down again, crashing onto a desk on the fifth underground level with such force that it splintered in two.

The wizards observing the battle within the Ministry were trembling with fear.

Just to clarify, they weren't worried about Bernard; they were concerned for their own safety.

In mere minutes, Bernard had been battered from the third underground level down to the fifth. If this continued, in ten minutes, that gang of fierce fire beasts would tumble down along with him.

Just imagining those towering fire beasts bringing chaos into the Ministry of Magic's courtroom made the wizards' faces pale with panic.

As they watched Bernard, now lodged in the floor of the fifth level, enduring the trampling of the fierce fire giants, the members of the Ministry of Magic felt utterly defeated.

"Please, no more destruction of the floors!!!"

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