#556 - Chapter 556 We are one family!
The Dementor army, like a dark cloud, suddenly surged, sweeping across the ranks of Death Eaters facing Hogsmeade with the force of a black whirlwind. Their tattered black robes billowed as they distastefully sucked away the joy of the people, emitting chilling groans.
“Not tasty…”
None of the Death Eaters understood what the Dementors were muttering. Already terrified by Luna's battle song, they were now subjected to the Dementors' frenzied assault, and the last vestiges of their sanity were mercilessly destroyed.
“No! No—get away!!”
Avery waved his wand in terror, attempting to repel the approaching Dementors with spells, but unfortunately, no matter what spells he cast, they had no effect on the Dementors.
Seeing a Dementor fly in front of him, the Death Eater frantically began to wave his wand, trying to cast a spell he had never mastered—the Patronus Charm.
“H-h-ho...Patron…”
No miracle occurred. Before he could even finish the incantation, a Dementor flew in front of Avery and sucked hard.
The next second, his face twisted, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. This pure-blood patriarch, who once commanded respect among the Death Eaters, actually fainted in full view of everyone.
Seeing Avery fall, a Death Eater beside him screamed, his face pale: “The Dementors are harvesting our souls!”
This signal of fear detonated the terror in everyone's hearts, and the Death Eater army's defenses completely collapsed.
“We're doomed… We're doomed…” Some people threw down their wands and screamed hysterically, clutching their heads.
“Run! Run—!” Someone shrieked in despair, then turned and fled madly into the distance.
Others put away their wands, raised their hands, and shouted at the Aurors with a French accent as they ran: “I surrender, I surrender!”
Hundreds of Death Eaters screamed in terror, scattering like startled birds.
Some were violently shoved aside by their own comrades, staggering and falling, rolling and crawling on the ground; others tripped over their robes in the chaos, falling heavily, their faces full of despair; some hadn't even run a few steps before being overtaken by Dementors, letting out shrill screams.
Escape, they had to escape!
But there was nowhere to escape!
In front, were the forces of Hogsmeade. The Aurors and Hit Wizards from the Ministry of Magic, along with the enraged residents of the new town, were pressing closer, already beginning to beat a dog when it's down.
Behind, were the Hogwarts professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix. Bella and her team also fled after hearing the chaos behind them.
With Apparition restricted, the Death Eater army could only rely on their legs to break through to both sides, hoping to find the edge of the Anti-Apparition jinx and escape from there.
Unfortunately, the range was larger than anyone had expected, and the Acromantulas and Centaurs had already seized the opportunity to begin encircling them.
The Acromantulas waved their sharp pincers, their huge bodies looming in the night. Amidst shouts of "The boss wants them alive!", they used their webs to ensnare one Death Eater after another.
The Centaurs, with cold eyes, drew their bows and notched arrows, precisely shooting the legs of the fleeing soldiers.
Yaxley stood frozen in place, his eyes unfocused, his lips trembling.
No… Impossible…
How could it have turned out like this?!
In just a few breaths, the once invincible army of the Dark Lord had become a group of crying, wailing deserters, lambs driven by fear, left only with the instinct to flee.
Yaxley's mind was in chaos, his brain blank. He looked around, his eyes filled with collapsing comrades and rampant Dementors. Fear coiled around his reason like a venomous snake, making it impossible for him to think of any way to escape.
Just then, a Stunning Spell suddenly came from behind!
He didn't even have a chance to react. Everything went black before his eyes, and he fell heavily to the ground.
“Take his wand, tie him up!”
A somewhat excited voice rang out. Lucius Malfoy, full of vigor, quickly arrived with Old Peter and a group of werewolves, his blond hair shining brightly in the firelight.
He raised his chin, his tone revealing an undisguised excitement: “Hurry up! Mr. Swan is watching. We must seize the opportunity to expand our gains! This is a great achievement, don't let others snatch it away!”
In fact, before the Death Eater army had completely collapsed, Lucius had keenly noticed that many of the people who had come from abroad were distinctly different from those trembling with fear. Like himself and Old Peter and the other werewolves, they were completely unaffected by the battle song.
At first, he was suspicious, until he saw those people secretly take out special alchemical armbands from under their cloaks and quietly tie them to their arms, his doubts disappeared.
These people were allies!
Mr. Swan was truly unfathomable, arranging so many undercover agents without a word.
To avoid being accidentally injured, Lucius decisively led Old Peter and the other werewolves to quickly take out the alchemical armbands they had prepared and tie them on their arms as well.
Then, he quietly waited for the opportunity. When the Death Eater army completely collapsed and fled, he launched an attack without hesitation, eliminating the foreign werewolves while simultaneously creating chaos in the center of the Death Eater army, causing the balance of the war to tilt sharply again.
And Yaxley, as a key figure in the Death Eater army, became the first prey captured by Lucius.
“We're on your side, we're on your side!” Lucius shouted excitedly to Amelia Bones, afraid that she would capture them without asking why.
Fortunately, Amelia had told everyone before the attack that there was a group of undercover agents in the Death Eater army wearing special alchemical armbands, so there were no friendly fire incidents.
Amidst the chaos, Bellatrix Lestrange's figure moved like a ghost on the battlefield, or rather, after failing to stop the Order of the Phoenix members, she pretended to be in a rout.
She didn't scream, didn't laugh, and didn't wave her wand frantically as usual. There wasn't even a trace of loss of control on her face, only indifference. It was as if she wasn't in the midst of a collapsing battlefield, but standing at an end of a banquet, calmly doing the final tidying up.
But her heart was more insane than ever.
The Death Eaters had lost.
But the Dark Lord was still fighting, and she, Bella, would not flee.
Even if the situation was hopeless, she would not choose to retreat at this moment.
Her eyes coldly locked onto a figure—Sirius Black.
A traitor to the blood, a disgrace to the Black family, everything about him disgusted Bella, so before the war, she had promised the Dark Lord that she would tear this family failure apart with her own hands.
She had to accomplish this, especially since she had failed to successfully stop the Order of the Phoenix members.
Bella bent down, her footsteps silent, her black robes fluttering lightly in the wind, turning into a venomous snake patiently hunting, quietly approaching.
Sirius was fighting fiercely, completely unaware of the danger approaching him, only waving his wand to knock down another Death Eater fleeing in panic.
The opportunity had come!
A strange light flashed in Bella's eyes. The next second, she suddenly raised her wand and cast a vicious green light with a clean, swift motion.
“Avada Kedavra!”
