With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

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Some clever masked men have already begun to quietly evacuate.

However, when they tried to leave using Apparition, they were surprised to find that spatial movement in this area had been disabled at some point.

Even the door keys were banned.

"How is this possible?" a masked man exclaimed.

"The Anti-Phantom Shifting Array cannot possibly prevent the door key."

"That's because what's trapping you is the [Dimensional Anchor]!"

A loud, young female voice answered his question.

At the same time, the sound of orderly footsteps and the scraping of metal grew closer and closer, sounding particularly imposing.

The female voice rang out again: "Emergency situation. Everyone on the scene, put down your wands, put your hands behind your heads, and kneel down. Any person who resists will be treated as a thug."

Everyone looked up and saw a row of armored men wielding cold weapons approaching.

They were armed to the teeth, like knights in full armor, completely covered from head to toe in shimmering silver armor, their faces hidden from view, with only a few glimmers of blue light visible through the gaps in their helmets, making them look extremely ferocious from a distance.

Behind these armored figures stood a row of young people in black uniforms, each holding a magic wand.

Their leader was a young woman with pink hair. Her uniform was similar in style to the others, but the main color was the opposite, white, making her stand out among her subordinates and appear quite flamboyant.

She held a small, round screen in her hand, which resembled a radar oscilloscope, and the whole thing looked like a Dragon Ball radar.

However, the screen isn't tracking Dragon Balls; instead, it's tracking special magical symbols.

This is a gadget provided by Levin; it tracks the special magical mark he personally applied.

Right now, there's a large area of ​​flashing red dots in front of the screen.

And they are steadily moving towards the red dot.

A row of armored men, a row of uniformed men,

A row of cold weapons, a row of magic wands,

They all looked identical, and their movements were perfectly synchronized.

These people looked like a disciplined army, completely different from the scattered soldiers in black robes; they were intimidating just to look at.

It was the Aurors equipped with new uniforms and the steel golems they carried.

So all the ordinary wizards immediately did as instructed.

Meanwhile, the wizards, dressed in black cloaks and wearing masks, held wands and hesitated as they faced the "army" before them.

"You are…"

As soon as a masked sorcerer who appeared to be the leader made a sound, he was quickly struck down by a spell.

The steel golems advanced swiftly, with the Aurors close behind, swiftly and decisively subduing all the disobedient or even rebellious wizards.

This magical army had a very clear division of labor: the golems stood in front as shields, blocking the incoming spells one by one.

Behind them, the Aurors cast spells from afar, harassing or imprisoning the thugs, forcing them into a retreat.

The thugs hadn't expected that these armored figures, which looked so similar to the animated knights' armor in the Hogwarts corridors, would be so sturdy.

Their prized black magic, when used against them, had virtually no effect.

The Aurors, protected by the golems, could then unleash their full power and fight with complete abandon.

So the rioters were doomed.

They had to find a way to break through the golems' defenses, fend off the Aurors' attacks, and guard against the sudden attacks from golems wielding two-handed greatswords.

They had already witnessed a comrade being cleaved in two by a single sword strike, his armor spell broken through, and he himself cut in half.

A small number of Aurors activated the [Fade Away] spell on their uniforms and hid around, unexpectedly subduing the thugs who tried to escape.

These young Aurors were organized and disciplined, swift and decisive in their actions, showing no mercy, and had golems to protect them.

Wherever they went, the opponent had no chance to fight back.

"Penelope, take your men and go help the civilians," Tonks's cold voice rang out.

So, five Aurors stepped forward from the ranks and stayed behind to help the injured Muggles and wizards.

The others continued to pursue the nearby thugs, led by Tonks.

The remaining Aurors removed their hideous masks, revealing their smiling young faces.

They no longer hide behind grotesque masks, but instead remove them, revealing enviable faces and bright, sunny smiles.

The leader of the Aurors was a girl with long brown hair. Her face was elegant and beautiful, and the corners of her mouth turned up to reveal a very friendly smile that seemed to soothe all pain.

In stark contrast to their fierce and resolute demeanor during battle, they now act like gentle angels, treating the masses with patience and care.

They gently comforted the injured, cast healing spells on them, and offered invigorating potions.

Some people even use communication badges to help lost wizards find their relatives.

The reporters who accompanied the Auror squad captured these scenes one by one.

“Tonks, why won’t you let me stay? I’m very good at healing spells.”

During the march, a burly, bearded Auror raised some questions to Tonks with some dissatisfaction.

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“Your image is too imposing; it might put pressure on the wounded,” Tonks said, glancing at him with a teasing tone.

Upon hearing this, the Aurors couldn't help but laugh out loud, and even the Auror who had raised the question couldn't help but grin.

The relaxed atmosphere was like a spring breeze blowing across a cold lake, instantly dispelling the previous tension and solemnity.

Compared to the young Aurors who are quick-witted, well-coordinated, well-trained, and fully equipped, the veteran Aurors face a completely different situation.

This sudden chaos, like a violent storm in the night, caught them completely off guard.

They had not received any relevant intelligence and lacked standardized communication equipment. Scattered in various locations, they were like isolated islands, completely unaware of the overall situation.

Based on past experience, some Aurors, guided by intuition, headed towards the locations of known Ministry of Magic officials.

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The other group, without hesitation, took on the heavy responsibility of maintaining order.

Only when the green skull rose into the sky did they awaken from their daze, finally drawing their wands and joining the life-or-death battle.

However, due to the long period of peace, they did not realize that this time the situation was different.

However, due to their adherence to the principle of not using powerful destructive spells, they appeared hesitant and restrained in battle.

These veteran Aurors primarily fought individually and in small groups in the past, unlike the Aurors under Tonks who had undergone training in team-based combat.

Lacking high-quality fighting machines like the Iron Demon for support, they were outmatched in this chaotic battle requiring group combat.

In this environment, many veteran Aurors were wounded in battle.

Some people couldn't even find an opponent, being used as bait by the Death Eaters to draw their fire, or being completely outmaneuvered by the Quidditch hooligans.

Kingsley is a highly experienced and powerful Auror.

He successfully defeated his opponent thanks to his outstanding personal abilities.

However, his good fortune was short-lived, as two wizards wearing identical masks arrived as reinforcements. His opponent, whom he had just subdued, was rescued by them and quickly regained his fighting strength.

After regaining their wands, the three of them worked together to subdue Kingsley, who was covered in new scars.

The wizards who were being protected behind Kingsley were also caught in the chaos of battle.

One of the old witches was struck in the arm, the bone twisted and broken into a strange shape, her heartbreaking screams echoing through the night.

The image shows concept art for Tonks, made by myself.

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Chapter 279 Internal Conflict

Levin's mission to mark the thugs alongside Lucius is over.

He didn't intend to engage the enemy directly, so he teleported directly to Ciri's side.

The scene that appeared before Levin was extremely horrific.

Some wizards dressed in black robes lay on the ground, rolling around desperately, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

A male wizard painfully lifted his clothes, revealing a clear penetrating wound and numerous burn marks from the flames, large blisters, and charred patches of skin.

There was also a middle-aged witch screaming in agony; her arm was frozen like an ice sculpture, covered in cracks as if it were about to burst open.

The most terrifying was a male witch whose face was corroded and pitted, with most of her eyeballs exposed.

A thug, already prostrate on the ground in a gesture of surrender, quietly reached for the magic wand in front of him.

Shireira glanced at him sharply, then raised her hand and swung her sword, striking him in the back.

As blood splattered everywhere, a powerful electric current surged through his body, causing him to convulse and tremble uncontrollably.

When Levin teleported to Ciri's side, he witnessed her swift and decisive sword strike.

"Don't look at me like that. I controlled my strength. He won't die."

Upon seeing Levin's sudden appearance, Cirella first took a half step back guiltily, then widened her eyes, looking completely innocent.

Behind Cerira, an extremely old woman with gray hair, loose teeth, and a trembling gait gave Penelope a thumbs-up.

After Ciri's attack, no thug dared to provoke them again.

"Thank you, young lady. In you, I see the same spirit that I had when I was a little girl," the old woman praised sincerely.

However, not all those being protected are as magnanimous as the old woman; many people tremble at the sight of Cirira's ruthless methods.

After confirming that no one could continue to resist, Cirella broke all their wands in half and then, with a gentle smile, healed the wounded Muggles.

Levin saw that the Muggles' clothes were tattered and covered in blood.

Not only that, their eyes were vacant, and they looked dazed and confused, clearly suffering from the torment of the Crucifixion Curse.

“Levin, our team needs to go support Kingsley Shackleton.” Cirira gestured with her chin.

While she was fighting, she saw several thugs abandon her and head straight for Kingsley.

Levin nodded and followed her gaze to see Kingsley struggling against three thugs.