Don't Do It, We're All On The Same Side!

Having seen Ivan's magical control, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed!

Since the other party could accurately cut his wand in half while casting a powerful spell, it was impossible for there to be any accidental injuries!

So there must be a deeper meaning!

Rosier drew in a sharp breath. He had not expected this young wizard to be so powerful and unpredictable. If he had not been faced with such a situation, he would never have guessed there was more to it.

As the pure-bloods argued with each other, the sounds of explosions and wailing drew closer.

"Enough, all of you, stop arguing. This is not the time to be arguing about this. Let's get rid of the enemy first!" The stout witch interrupted the argument, and before the enemy could appear, they were fighting among themselves.

Foley and the others stopped and looked at each other with distrust.

Knott turned to the law-enforcement officer who had just entered and said, "Gather all the remaining wizards nearby. We'll fight our way out!"

The fact that Ethia had chosen to attack from three directions meant that they had to split their forces. They only needed to concentrate their forces and attack from one direction, and there was a good chance that they would escape.

The only thing that worried him was the fact that their previous argument had undoubtedly delayed the best time to escape. Fortunately, the security of this secret underground chamber was very tight, so the enemy should not be able to break in for a while…

Bang!

As Knott pondered this, a loud crash sounded ahead.

The next moment, the door flew open and a tall, thin Dark Wizard flew in, crashing into the table.

The seven people present were all shocked and raised their wands to point nervously at the door. Everyone knew that they had to fight to the death, or they would all die here.

There was a terrifying commotion in the dark and narrow passage, and then a serpent slithered through the door, its vicious head covered in wounds and its body riddled with burn marks.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, but their hands did not stop moving. A series of spells were thrown out.

"Confringo (boom)!"

"Diffindo! "

…

One spell after another struck the serpent, aggravating its injuries.

The serpent struggled to get into the meeting room, but before it could attack anyone, it was hit by an orange fireball, and its body exploded.

Flesh and blood were reduced to wooden blocks, and a large amount of debris fell from the sky… but before it touched the ground, it seemed to have been guided by something and flew towards them.

A childish voice followed.

"Oppugno! (10,000 bullets fired)"

Nott and the others did not bother to wonder why the newcomer sounded like a child as they waved their wands to ward off the second round of attacks with Armour Charms and Obstacles.

Hundreds of wooden fragments hit the thin magical barrier at the speed of light, creating a series of teeth-numbing screeches, but they were unable to break through the barrier and harm Nott and the others.

However, Ivan's target was not them at all, but the magical lamps that surrounded them. There was no protection on these lamps, and they were destroyed within seconds, turning the brightly lit meeting room pitch-black.

As darkness fell around them, Knott cursed under his breath. He knew exactly what she was up to.

"Lumos! (flickering)" Not far from him, Foley's brain failed to process what was happening, and he waved his wand to cast a Illuminating Charm.

However, just as the dim fluorescent light began to shine from the tip of the wand, another beam of scarlet light came from behind and hit Foley, sending him flying.

"It's Avery! He's undercover!" the voice of old Rosier called from the darkness.

From memory, everyone present instinctively attacked Avery's supposed location, and the multi-coloured spell beams found Avery's stunned face in the dim meeting room.

"It's not me, it's…" Avery knew that he had been tricked by old Rosier, and immediately tried to defend himself. However, before he could finish his sentence, a bunch of charms exploded on him, and the Shield Charm that had been cast on him shattered in less than a second.

However, Nott soon realised that he had hit the wrong man, as the sneak attack from within did not stop after Avery was blown away.

Rosier Senior kept changing his position to cast spells, and Ivan, who was outside the door, cast a few spells from time to time. Under the pincer attack, the people who were already tense and trapped in the meeting room went completely crazy. They waved their wands and attacked everyone except themselves.

"Reducto! (Crushed to pieces)"

"Stupefy! (Stupefy)"

…

Charms of all kinds flew around the wide conference room, and the only one who had any sense at all, Nott, gave a grim laugh, knowing that he was finished.

If everyone had banded together to defend against the enemy, there was a slight chance that they would have been able to escape. At this point, they would be lucky if they did not die at the hands of their teammates…

"Rozier!" Nott gritted his teeth. How could he not have guessed who the traitor was by now? But the chaos had already started and there was nothing he could do.

In the midst of the chaos, several large werewolves charged through the door like tigers into a flock of sheep. With their excellent sense of smell, the darkness did not impede them, but aided them.

Therefore, in just ten seconds, the chaotic meeting room became much quieter, except for the constant wailing and cursing.

"Reparo! (rehabilitated)" Ivan slowly entered the meeting room. He tapped his wand in the air, and a large amount of magic instantly covered the room.

Under the effect of the Repair Charm, the fallen lamp slowly floated back to its original position, and the holes in the wall that had been caused by the spell were slowly repaired.

It didn't take long for the darkened meeting room to light up again.

It was then that Ivan saw what was happening inside. Several pure-bloods had been imprisoned by the werewolves, and Avery, the worst of them, had been beaten half to death by friendly fire. His robes were in tatters, and he did not even have the strength to scream.

On the other side, old Rosier was shoving and shouting at the two werewolves who were restraining him.

"Let go, you're mistaken. We're all on the same side! All of us!"