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An-Ill-Fated-Attack (III) [Chapter 282]
🕑 Added 2024-01-02 18:22:27 +0000 UTC~~Diagon Alley~~
“It’s You-Know-Who!!” Someone from the Auror side screamed in terror before another one of his colleagues was killed by the enraged madman. The Death Eaters looked relieved and awed at the arrival of their Master. They were stuck at the stalemate, but the combined forces of the DMLE and the unknown force were slowly pushing them back.
Amelia glanced toward Alstor and Rufus, only to receive determined nods from them. They already expected Voldemort to show up and they had already planned to confront the man along with a few of their colleagues. They were not delusional enough to believe that they could defeat him, but they were confident that they could manage to hold him back for long enough.
However, they suspected that some of them might die during the confrontation…
Amelia, Alastor, Rufus, Kingsley, and Robards jumped into action, confronting the Dark Lord, who was angry beyond any measure. The Dark Lord might have been blinded by rage, but a part of him was glad that the most noticeable figures of the Ministry had dared to face him. If he managed to kill any of them, it was bound to weaken the Ministry and if he managed to kill the Bones woman, then he would practically cripple the Ministry.
With a snarl, Voldemort attacked them… Amelia never believed that they could beat the Dark Lord, but she was confident that they could hold him back until help arrived, but Voldemort shattered all of her delusions within a matter of a few moments. The Dark Lord barely started paying them attention and they were already on the backfoot.
Amelia barely managed to dodge a Cutting Curse before she was forced to raise a shield to block a bone breaker, but the Curse was so strong that it shattered even though it managed to block the Curse, but Amelia stumbled back due to the force of the impact of the Spell. Thankfully, Alastor managed to provide her some support when her guard was finally down.
She wanted to throw him a grateful smile, but they were way too busy for such trivial things. After all, she could thank him all she wanted when all of this was finally over. “Die!” Voldemort snarled as he cast a Spell and all of a sudden, Amelia felt blood splatter on her cheek. She slowly turned her head, only to find Kingsley barely standing on his feet with half of his stomach missing.
The man gave her a miserable look before he slumped down on the floor… The wound wasn’t anything lethal to Wixen standards as they could practically regrow limbs and organs if necessary, but Kingsley needed immediate help or else he would die from blood loss. Amelia grimaced but a determined look flashed over her face. However, simple determination was not going to be enough for them to win as it was going to be proven to them.
No matter what anybody said about the man, it was an undeniable fact that Voldemort was in a league of his own and he was simply proving that fact right now…
Voldemort raised his other hand in the air and created a shield to defend himself against the incoming Spells as he pointed his Wand toward the ground and the ground turned into jelly… Amelia, Alastor, Rufus, and Robards lost their footing as the ground started to move erratically. Voldemort pointed his Wand toward Amelia and cast the Killing Curse.
“Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort snarled hatefully and the Curse sailed toward Amelia, with the intention of claiming her life. Amelia’s eyes grew wide in fear as she saw the approaching Curse. It was simply impossible for her to dodge with her current position and at the same time, it was too late for her to Conjure something to protect herself from the incoming Unforgivable Curse.
‘Is this it? Is this how I die?’ Amelia wondered bitterly, but before the Curse could reach her, a chunk of concrete came flying in and blocked the Curse. Voldemort, who was about to rejoice at the death of one of his most hated targets, snarled in fury when the Curse was blocked. Voldemort’s crimson eyes snapped toward the person responsible for blocking the Curse.
‘I made a mistake. I should have aimed for him’ Voldemort growled bitterly as his gaze focused on Alastor Moody who was completely open right now since he decided to protect Amelia, instead of trying to regain his own footing. “Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort snarled for the second time as decided to take no chances and once again, decided to use the Killing Curse even though it would take more time to cast the Spell.
Alastor knew what was coming for him, so he didn't even bother to look toward the incoming Curse. He simply tried to summon another piece of concrete in front of him… He barely succeeded, but the concrete piece was way too small and when the Curse collided against the concrete piece, it exploded due to the force behind the Curse and Alastor was blasted away inside a nearby shop, leaving only Amelia, Rufus and Robards to face the monster.
Voldemort wasn't pleased… For the second time, he failed to kill his target. There was a chance that the man still might die due to the explosion, but Voldemort didn't want to leave anything to chance. Voldemort inspected his remaining targets before he gazed toward the remaining Aurors and the members of the unknown group. The Aurors looked completely demotivated and scared…
Yes, he liked that look… However, the stoic and confident looks on the faces of the members of the unknown group bothered him. His gaze finally returned to his remaining opponents. They looked grim and tired, but they were still willing to fight. Voldemort realized that he could still salvage the situation as he could still kill the three of them and be done with it…
Voldemort raised his Wand to attack them and resume the one-sided slaughter, but before he could make his move, a Spell came sailing toward him and even though Voldemort managed to block the Spell, he stumbled backwards. His eyes grew wide as he turned toward where the Spell came from… The Death Eaters gasped and the whole street became silent as everyone stared at the dark alley where the Spell came from.
A pale man with mismatched eyes finally stepped out of the shadows while casually holding out a Wand in one of his hands and a severed Vampire head in his other… “Ah… Forgive me. It seems I was late to the party, but it took me some time to deal with the rodents” The man announced in an amused tone as his mismatched eyes started to glow with power…
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There is only one person who has mismatched eyes
Shawn Muradzi
Mismatched eyes? Who’s that?
