Not Dementors?
Voldemort's pupils began to quake as he watched the scene of countless bodies falling from the sky, leaving this Dark Lord, who had dominated the blue Magic Realm for over twenty years, in prolonged silence... What kind of scene hasn't he seen?
This scene he truly has never seen!
Just what was that? Does your Avada Kedavra split like a stream?
Is this really something human wizards can achieve?
Voldemort's raging mind began to calm, as if taking a leisurely walk in the forests of Norway... Ahem, similarly, the remaining crowd of less than ten people who survived the ordeal were also at a loss due to the sudden occurrence, until the shadow of a figure seemingly leading them let out a furious roar—
"Scatter! Attack!!"
"Ah, seems like you really are the leader—"
William nodded, watching the incoming charms, he still didn't dodge. The next moment, black wings unfolded behind the boy, fiery dragon flame spewed from the dragon's head emerging from the boy's shoulder, and a black fire dragon crawled under William's feet, blocking those charms, and flapped its wings to lift him into the air—
"Sectumsempra!"
William swung his magic wand, and the transparent blade swiftly sliced through the air, directly slicing two of the black wizards who couldn't evade in time into two halves, with four bloody bodies falling to the ground, the splattering dust making Lucius Malfoy's heart tremble along.
Sleep... Sleep your damn ass?
Who could sleep under these circumstances?!
Looking at his manor, which was almost half dismantled, and the fire dragon flying in the sky, Lucius now was only thankful that his wife wasn't home this afternoon but attending a tea party, otherwise if Narcissa was still in the house, he could really prepare for a wake...
Damn it! Who the hell did he provoke? First it's Voldemort knocking on the door, now it's this group of black wizards out of nowhere, his home being demolished...
Lucius felt he was eligible to be one of the top ten tragic figures in Great Britain, 1993.
But looking up at the group fighting those black wizards in the sky, Lucius chose to squeeze under the table, help them? Ha, not in this lifetime! Value his life? Help them? That's suicidal...
"Crack, crack—"
Among the chaotic background filled with flying charms, Lucius froze, he seemed to have heard something odd.
The man hesitated for a moment, then turned slightly, carefully peeking toward the source of the sound.
Not far from the table, among the pile of bodies that fell like raindrops after being hit by Avada Kadavra, a shadow clad in black robes suddenly struggled up from the dead pile—Lucius could see, the figure's joints were twisting in a way that defied human anatomy.
"Crack, crack—"
The sound resounded again, and this time Lucius understood its source. As the figure twisted its arm back to normal shape, the sound was emitted.
What to do? This person looks strange! How did they come over? Should I strike first?
With chaotic thoughts leaving Lucius uncertain, he curled on the ground, his gaze involuntarily shifting to the serene face of Minister Fudge nearby—Damn! He was somewhat jealous of this man; at this moment, just passing out seemed truly favorable.
At the very least, there wouldn't be mental torment.
Alright, no more stalling, strike first!—Thinking of this, Lucius flipped open the table above, and despite the sound of shattering glass instinctively turning him back around, he still didn't notice the dissipating black smoke in the air.
"Expelliarmus!"
Lucius shouted as he swung his magic wand, and the red charm unimpededly passed through the air, crashing into the shadowy figure—
"Boom—"
The shadow seemed to float away lightly, directly struck by the charm and flew off, with the figure landing on the ground not far away like a torn old sack. This straightforward incident made Lucius look incredulously at the magic wand in his hand.
Am I... this powerful now?
Sss—
Lucius's pride didn't last long; Though the figure fell as if dead, just a blink later, Lucius surprisingly noticed, the "body" was gone—
...What?!
The man instinctively stepped back a couple of steps, this development leaving him thinking of horror-themed plays, perhaps the next moment, the figure would appear behind him and twist his neck with hands...
"Roar—"
The fire dragon roared as it dove down, the fiery dragon flame interrupted the figure's action aiming for Lucius's neck, setting the black robe ablaze upon contact. Jumping off the dragon's back, William reached out and grabbed Lucius by the neck, yanking him behind—
Observing the flaming "human fireball" before him, William couldn't help but frown.
"What is this?"
He had already dealt with those flies buzzing around in the sky. Seeing Lucius seemingly in danger, he hurriedly came down to help. Moreover, he watched the glass cup shattered into pieces on the ground and remained silent for a moment—
The prisoner ran away.
Why was he not even surprised?
The silence didn't last long. William, looking at the figure scorched by flames yet unchanged, couldn't help but furrow his brow, "…Mummy?" At this moment, the pitch-black robe had burned away, revealing the dried body under it. The opponent was wrapped in a yellowish "toilet paper," the shroud not igniting, and covered with complex and dense golden patterns—
Ancient Magical Text.
William immediately recognized the origin of these symbols and even saw familiar Magic Runes among them.
A body animated by the power of Magic Runes?
William couldn't help but frown, but in the next moment, a somewhat hoarse and dry voice reached his ears, "…It's you."
The mummy, having revealed its true form, did not move. It stood dazedly in place, its hollow eyes fixed on William, its mouth opening and closing.
"You know me?"
William furrowed his brow more deeply—he had already identified the identity of those "flies": Poachers, those he had antagonized to the point of becoming completely hostile, an adversary that won't rest until one of them is dead—the last similar faction was the Ashwinder he had scattered along with their ashes.
Originally, he intended to scatter the ashes of the Poachers into the Arctic Ocean, but compared to the Ashwinder's minor activities around the Scottish Highlands and Hogwarts, this Poacher organization seemed somewhat too… International.
As far as William knew, they were spread all over Central Europe, America, Northern Asia, and the entire African Continent—
He wasn't sure if there were anyone stealing penguins in Antarctica.
Moreover, he had even dealt with many poachers from Egypt before, so bringing a mummy seemed reasonable... Reasonable, my foot? Not to mention his handling of those Poachers left no traces whatsoever, but for them to chase him all the way from Africa to Inglewood?
Isn't that a bit too obsessed?
Moreover, William could almost be entirely certain that he left no traces while clearing those Poacher Camps, so even if they wanted revenge, they wouldn't possibly find their way to him. After all, when he went out, he either donned the Witch Supremacist Faction's name or posed as a wandering Death Eater from Inglewood—
Where did this mummy come from?
"Give… back… my… stuff!!"
The first half of the sentence was low and hoarse, even a bit stuttering, but the latter half was shouted angrily as the mummy charged. Watching the mummy rising into the air, reaching heights that seemed impossible by physics, William swung the magic wand in his hand—
Swirling sand formed into a tawny griffon, its sharp beak pecking at the mummy's head, but a crisp "dang" sound was heard immediately.
Hard-headed!
William watched as the mummy directly inserted both hands into the griffon's chest, ripping it back into sand. He showed a look of delight—this was a good thing. The material and the Magic Runes seemed better than the Magic Patterned Stone Statue he made himself. No, he had to capture it alive.
Watching the mummy rush to him, William could almost smell the decay emanating from its body. He waved his robe, and a golden magic pattern began to expand in the air, a heavy, ancient great sword instantly pinning the mummy to the ground—
"Ex—Calibur!!!"
As usual, he shouted the chant of the king (Saber), and the dazzling golden light exploded. Seeing the mummy struggling under the sword, William did not approach.
As expected, seeing its struggles fail to mislead, the mummy ceased moving and slightly swayed its body before disappearing from where it stood. Without turning his head, William flung his magic wand backward, an invisible force sent the mummy sneaking behind him flying away.
Yet, it still took no damage.
Watching the mummy stand up shakily again, William's expression finally grew serious.
He instinctively glanced at the already-ruined Malfoy Manor around him—wanting to resolve or capture this unknown entity was definitely not something that could be done quickly, and although Malfoy Manor wasn't in the city, it wasn't deserted either. With such commotion here, the Aurors probably were close.
He needed to change the battlefield.
Quickly making a decision, William didn't look back, hurriedly explained a couple of things to Lucius Malfoy, who was crouching defensively, and then tossed the blue Rune Stone in his hand to the ground between himself and the mummy. As a blue Magic Circle flashed by, both figures disappeared on the spot with a "psh" sound.
…
…
Who knows how long passed; in the center of the ruins of Malfoy Manor, our esteemed Minister finally woke up slowly.
"…"
Looking at the apocalyptic scene before him and exchanging a glance with the dust-covered Mr. Malfoy beside him, Minister Fudge reacted in a completely unsurprising way—he swiftly lay back down, closing his eyes peacefully.
…Hmm, I must be dreaming.