In the desolate night darkness, the slope by the lake.
Like candles, unbeknownst to how Amorthast moves, Jasna's subordinates were lit one by one, their souls as the wicks, their flesh as the wax, contributing their lives to shed bloody light.
Watching as each one had transformed into a mouth and hollow eye sockets, spewing flames, still emitting the howls of a ghostly spirit, colorless Louise stared at them blankly. Suddenly, at some moment, she could no longer contain herself; she fell to her knees and began to vomit dry heaves.
Finally, the cheap granddaughter of Anton Vogel regained her senses. She swung her wand at the nearest attendant, attempting to save his life. However, the gust of wind produced by her wand was unable to extinguish Amorthast's fierce fire or even cause the flames to waver in the slightest.
"Stop right there, Brian!"
Jasna shouted in anger at Amorthast, her cold, graceful cheeks drenched in sweat.
"Were the Muggles who fell at your hands also begging for you to stop before they died?"
Amorthast asked calmly.
"Muggle!"
Jasna's body trembled, her gaze at Amorthast filled with hatred.
"Those beasts with incomplete souls are not even worthy to be compared to noble wizards!"
"In my eyes, Professor Rozier, you are no better than livestock as well..."
Amorthast's voice held no emotion, his words settled, and the golden fierce fire that was clinging to those screaming skeletons suddenly surged, illuminating the night sky with pillars of flames rising up from the ground. The roaring of the fire waves drowned out the terrifying wails. As everything disappeared, only a lingering scent of extinguished ashes remained in the air.
"Make a choice, Professor Rozier."
Throughout, Amorthast remained motionless, showing no sign of hatred or pleasure. He faced Jasna·Rozier and said,
"You can choose to continue resisting and die here, or follow me back to England, confess what you have done, and spend the rest of your life in Azkaban. Well, if you're lucky enough, you might even be released early."
Before Jasna could speak, a series of bangs suddenly echoed from a little farther along the lakeside. In the dimming night, a large group of people appeared abruptly.
These black robed wizards appeared from nowhere and charged towards them with fierce faces, shouting menacingly and firing sparks into the sky!
"It's the German Ministry of Magic, Mr. Brian!"
Kingsley's temples were dripping with sweat, and his face was pale. "Your magic has broken through the enchantment of concealment magic I set up. The German Ministry of Magic has discovered something here!"
"There's no need to be so nervous, Kingsley."
Amorthast only glanced at the magical enforcement agents who were quickly approaching.
"Now that we have found the main target, it's time to inform the authorities."
Speaking, Amorthast smiled with a slight touch of desolation, and loudly asked
"Have you made up your mind, Professor Rozier?"
Jasna did not hear Amorthast and Kingsley's whispers, but she clearly saw the German Ministry of Magic personnel trying to encircle them. She said fiercely,
"You indeed surpassed our expectations, Mr. Brian, but do not think that no one can be your match. If that person...is willing to, your fate will be the same as the people you just killed!"
Amorthast raised an eyebrow.
"We will not let you off, Amorthast Brenn!"
Looking at the row of dark scars on the ground beside her, Jasna gasped for breath in a hurry. She looked at the composed Brian standing by her side, as if she wanted to engrave her face into her soul, then, her figure suddenly disappeared into the air.
"She's getting away!"
After half a day of dry heaving, Louise finally felt her breathing was more comfortable. She just got up from the ground, and then she saw Jasna Rozier disappear before her eyes using a wizard's method called 'Apparition'.
"This is exactly what I wanted to see."
Amorthast smiled and looked at Kingsley,
"You stay here to explain everything to the German Ministry of Magic, Kingsley. I'll take Louise and continue the pursuit."
"Be careful, Mr. Brian!"
After a moment of hesitation, Kingsley nodded, thinking of the woman's taunts before she left, Kingsley seriously advised.
Amorthast nodded and, before the magical enforcers blocked the space, he took Louise and left.
A red light precisely hit Kingsley, and the wand in mid-air drew many circles before falling into the grass. Hearing the continuous roars, Kingsley stopped worrying about Amorthast and took a deep breath.
"Hey, don't worry, everyone, I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt, working in the office of the Order of the Phoenix at the British Ministry of Magic. I can explain everything!"
Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp was located in Oranienburg, north of Berlin, Germany. It covered an area of 400 hectares and served as the headquarters of all concentration camps in German-occupied territories during World War II. It was also the first concentration camp established by the notorious wizard war criminals.
But with time passing, the once hell had turned into a famous tourist attraction. When the last security team checking for any stranded tourists withdrew, darkness took over here completely.
Under the bright moon, the high walls, desolate playgrounds, dilapidated office buildings, and dormitories arranged in a fan shape were all bathed in crimson moonlight. The howling wind was like the cries of ghosts.
In a desolate area of the concentration camp, tall poplar trees cast eerie shadows on the ground. Under the shadow's embrace stands a domed observation tower. The walls, whose concrete protective layer has worn away, are riddled with bullet holes that always seem to be distributed over patches of brownish darkness.
The observation tower and a nearby ruin are both dangerous buildings, and the Muggles in charge have already set up a no-entry zone to prevent visitors from entering the vast area.
Bang—
A silver flash, Jasna Rozier stumbled out from the void.
Huh.
Taking several hurried breaths, as Jasna fully adjusted to the brightness of her new surroundings, several wizards suddenly emerged from the shadows of the trees and surrounded her.
These guards do not completely trust Jasna just by looking at her appearance. They need to go through a series of checks, including ciphers, etc. Although Jasna is eager, she knows that this is a necessary process.
Finally, after the guards confirmed her identity and their expressions lightened, Jasna ignored the "comrades" who greeted her, and quickly walked towards the dangerous observation tower. Standing in front of the dilapidated wall, Jasna's eyes fell on a brick about half of its length covered in moss. The surface of the brick was inscribed with a triangle enclosed by a circle and divided by a vertical line.
Jasna raised her hand and struck the brick with her wand. Immediately, the line in the dusty triangle glowed with a silver aura and rapidly spread upward until it reached the lower edge of an overhead square observation port.
The walls rippled like water, Jasna reached inside the wall and pulled on the silver line. Then, the observation window high up above quickly descended to the ground, expanding rapidly into a door covered by a silver light membrane as it descended.
Without any hesitation, Jasna took a step into the light membrane and disappeared from the view of the guards who had just begun to feel something was wrong.
The light dimmed abruptly, and when it returned, Jasna was already standing in an entrance hall with high arches.
The air was filled with a thick, musty smell of blood and dampness. The broken and uneven cement floor was slimy with water, and there were pools of water everywhere.
Tap-tap-tap!
With an icy expression, Jasna did not pause for a moment. Her black high-top leather boots stepped over puddles, and she walked firmly towards a dimly lit corridor in front of the entrance hall.
The tortuous corridor was like a labyrinth, and as she advanced, faint wailing and screams echoed in her ears, becoming more piercing and piercing as she delved deeper. However, Jasna remained indifferent.
"Good evening, Ms. Vogel..."
A heavy iron gate suddenly appeared in front of Jasna, and the doorkeeper sitting in front of the table had already received the information. He stood straight, greeting Jasna.
"Is Eschylus in the base?"
Jasna asked coldly.
"Oh, Captain Eschylus is currently in the laboratory doing some 'health maintenance', Ms. Vogel..."
The doorkeeper raised an eyebrow and gave Jasna a polite smile.
"If you're looking for him, I suggest you wait a bit."
(Chapter complete)
