Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -58.

Paying no mind to the foolish official, Lester's gaze relentlessly scanned the Wizengamot courtroom.

He was determined to locate Bernard's body; having faced an enemy who instilled the fear of death in him for the first time, Lester was not about to let his guard down.

"Could it be that that bastard Bernard was reduced to ashes by the flames?"

A flicker of doubt crossed Lester's eyes. Logically, surviving such a powerful onslaught was impossible, but given Bernard's tenacity, Lester found it hard to believe.

As he continued to search below for Bernard, Lester suddenly felt an icy chill behind him and instinctively dove to the side.

Boom!!!

A massive black beam shot down from the sky, striking the ground where he had just been, instantly forming a sizable crater.

But that wasn't the end of it; just as he avoided the initial attack, several more black beams appeared overhead, hurling down towards him.

"Protego Diabolica!!!"

Confronted with the sheer number of black beams, Lester braced himself for the onslaught.

He tilted his head up, clasped his hands and thrust them upwards.

A giant shield of purple flames materialized above him.

The barrage of black beams collided with the purple shield he had conjured, causing it to waver dangerously.

Seizing a brief moment between the incoming attacks, Lester glanced upward.

There, amidst the chaos, was a man cloaked in swirling black mist, only his blazing crimson eyes visible, gazing down at him.

This man was none other than Bernard, who had narrowly escaped being defeated by Lester.

Around him, waves of black mist billowed out, battling against the raging flames in the Ministry.

Surprisingly, the once unstoppable purple flames, which could consume nearly anything, were unable to overpower the mist escaping from Bernard, leading to a standoff in mid-air.

"Seeking your own demise! I offered you a chance, yet you chose death; we'll perish together!!!"

Bernard's crimson gaze radiated fury and murderous intent. He had mastered two dark spells: one that allowed him to become a being of black mist, somewhat reminiscent of the future Voldemort, and another horrific spell that would assure mutual destruction with his adversaries.

This dark magic could violently harness all of his life force, dramatically amplifying his magical abilities for a limited time, enabling him to vanquish any formidable opponent.

However, the repercussions of this dark magic were severe. Old tomes he had stolen warned that no wizard using this dark technique had survived beyond an hour, often perishing shortly afterward.

Previously, Bernard would have avoided using such near-suicidal magic, but he found himself with no other option now.

"Die with me!"

Driven by desperation, Bernard gestured towards Lester, summoning an enormous black pillar of light that once again hurtled downwards.

Unlike the previous wave of beams, this time there was just one black pillar, but it was massive enough to cover a quarter of the Ministry of Magic.

Staring up at the descending black pillar, Lester gritted his teeth and pushed with all his might.

His magical energy surged forth, transforming into a relentless torrent of fierce flames that reinforced the protective barrier above him.

Boom!!!!

With an earth-shattering crash, the pillar collided forcefully with the fiery barrier. The once indestructible shield splintered under the assault, and the explosion sent smoke and sparks flying, obscuring the vision of both combatants.

In that instant, Lester's eyes sparkled with realization.

"God-level invisibility spell, activate!!!"

As he murmured those words, Lester vanished completely from sight, leaving only the raging flames that engulfed the Ministry as evidence of his recent presence.

"Damn it, where did that bastard go?" Bernard fumed, viewing the emptiness where Lester had stood and struck the ground again in frustration.

It was easy to see why Grindelwald felt so confident about waging war against Muggles; a powerful wizard in a frenzy could effortlessly annihilate a major Muggle city.

The Ministry of Magic, already in shambles from Lester's onslaught, was now faced with Bernard's chaotic onslaught.

The entire Ministry was crumbling, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Hiding in the shadows, Lester observed the rampaging Bernard and wiped the cold sweat from his brow in fear.

The current Bernard resembled a human nuclear bomb, a threat far exceeding what Lester could contend with.

While Lester quietly wiped his sweat, members of the Wizengamot found themselves in dire circumstances. Under Bernard's indiscriminate attacks, they could do little more than cower in the ruins, hoping Dumbledore would return swiftly from abroad.

Alas, this group of privileged high-ranking Ministry officials had always overlooked the Muggle world.

"There's an opening," Lester mused, eyeing Bernard as he recklessly attacked his own surroundings. A wicked grin crept across his face as he prepared to activate his ace in the hole, the most potent and fearsome dark spell, the Knot Tying Curse!

"Tie his old balls for me!!!"

Channeling his malevolence, Lester pointed at Bernard, unleashing an invisible force that sped toward him.

In that moment, as Bernard continued his bombardment, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation in his lower regions, quickly followed by an agonizing pain that surged through his core. His hands froze mid-motion, leaving him paralyzed.

Pain, a sort of indescribable anguish that only a man could truly comprehend.

As the head of all Aurors in the magical realm, Bernard was a seasoned warrior who could endure intense physical suffering without flinching, yet now he found himself powerless to contain his reaction.

Ah!!!!

Clutching his injured area, head thrown back, a pained scream reverberated through the Ministry of Magic.

It was the kind of lament that drew tears from listeners. Even the Wizengamot officials, bewildered by the scene, looked at the wailing Bernard with expressions of sympathy.

In their minds, Bernard was the archetype of toughness—someone who wouldn't even yelp if you stabbed him in the gut.

Yet now, his cries echoed with such fervor that they clearly signified genuine distress!

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