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“This guy always supports Moody’s views, thinking my methods are too dark and brutal. I really want to see the expression on this top Auror’s face after I saved his life.” Cirira couldn’t help but smile, transforming into a cloud of silver mist and instantly appearing on the new battlefield.

Meanwhile, her Aurors remained where they were to treat the wounded.

“Levin Green?” A deep, somewhat exotic voice rang out.

Viktor Krum followed Levin, who looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Although he walks with his legs turned outwards, he is not slow at all.

“Green, do you know where Hermi… Hermione is?” Krum asked directly, stating his purpose.

He was clearly also worried about Hermione's safety.

“She’s in a very safe place,” Levin said quickly, suppressing a rising displeasure.

He thought for a moment, then couldn't help but add, "Excuse me for being blunt, Krum, but you and Hermione aren't close enough to call each other by our first names."

"You kissed that lady in public, what right do you have to care who Hermione is dating?" Krum glanced at Penelope next to Levin. His missing front teeth and slightly lisping voice gave his tone a comical, exotic flair.

“This is none of your business.” Levin ignored Krum and quickened his pace.

Kingsley looked to be in dire straits; he was struggling to stay afloat, with various spells swirling around him.

Fortunately, Cirella arrived in time and cut down a thug who was trying to ambush him with a single sword strike.

"Chain Lightning!" Levin casually summoned his wand, and a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm shot out from the tip, striking a thug who was wildly casting a powerful spell.

The thug was immediately electrocuted, his body convulsing and even emitting smoke. He collapsed to the ground, instantly unable to survive.

But the lightning didn't stop there; it passed through his body and bounced off the second and third wizards.

Because the first assailant acted as a resistor, weakening the power of the electric shock, the second and third victims were not killed by the shock, but they also foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground, their bodies curled up and convulsing.

Taking this opportunity, Kingsley and two of Cirella's men subdued and imprisoned them.

“Oh, thank you…” Kingsley wanted to express his gratitude, but Cirira completely ignored him.

"Excuse me, move aside. I need to give first aid to the injured." Ciri Hong coldly bypassed Kingsley, then gave the wounded old wizard behind her a gentle smile. The silver longsword in her hand transformed back into a wand, pointing at the man's wound.

Soon, the old wizard's wounds began to heal, but the strangely shaped fractures gave Ciri a headache.

She wasn't good at healing curses and couldn't handle such a serious situation.

Seeing this, Levin stepped forward and took over the treatment.

He forcibly straightened the old wizard's arm, then reached his hands towards it. Natural power surged, and the druid's [Rejuvenation] spell worked on the old wizard, quickly healing his fractures.

Seeing their oblivious behavior, Kingsley, as a senior, felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Why are you only arriving now..." he grumbled, "Do we have to see people injured before we can offer help?"

When she heard the other party shift all the blame onto her, Ciri became furious.

She turned around and said sarcastically, "Oh dear, I thought Lord Kingsley could solve the problem by himself, didn't I? I've heard that Mr. Kingsley is the strongest duelist recognized by the Aurors."

Levin was somewhat surprised by Ciri's reaction; she had always been very direct in her speech.

I wonder who taught me to look like this today…

Looking at the black wizard in front of her, who was fuming and glaring, Cirira's sarcasm didn't end there: "Clearly, you're incapable of protecting them. You can't even protect yourself, and now you're blaming me. Don't you find that ridiculous?"

Her words nearly broke Kingsley's composure. The veteran Auror couldn't accept being criticized like that by a young man.

"Hmph, you make it sound so nice," Kingsley said angrily. "You're all Aurors, but even you trainees reacted so quickly, you were obviously prepared. We didn't receive any information, there must be a conspiracy involved."

After saying that, Kingsley stared straight at Penelope, not missing a single change in her expression.

Although it was just speculation, Ciri had to admit that this veteran Auror had hit the nail on the head.

She was involved in Levin and Jaina's entire plan and knew the truth of the matter.

They did receive intelligence in advance, but instead of informing others, they secretly trained a group of Aurors most loyal to Jaina, intending to overthrow the existing structure of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

But outwardly, she naturally wouldn't admit it:

"The reason you're in such a sorry state is because your training is outdated; you're still using the old spy methods."

After speaking, Shireira looked at her subordinates beside her: "And we, relying on advanced equipment and well-defined group training, are capable of handling any emergency."

In closing, she declared loudly, "You are out of touch with the times."

Everyone around heard her last words, and the young Aurors proudly puffed out their chests.

Looking at the indignant Kingsley, Cirira shook her head:

"It seems you disagree with what I said. Well then, I'll leave the rest to you. Aren't you the best at calming people down? I'll leave a few men for you. Since you're injured anyway, you can stay here and help the wounded. Don't delay our battle."

As she spoke, she waved, and several young Auror reserves walked out of the ranks.

Kingsley's face was extremely grim, but Penelope didn't linger. She whispered something to the badge and then quickly walked over to Levin.

“Tonks, call for the assembly,” Cirira simply told Levin.

Levin nodded, adding, "That bald guy will definitely tell Scrimgeour about his suspicions from today."

"Rufus Scrimgeour is a decisive man, and he has devoted most of his energy to fighting dark wizards since he started working. He will certainly like our actions tonight; in fact, he has clashed with pro-Dumbledore wizards before because of this."

Jaina Proudmoore had already discussed this matter internally. As an Auror, Cirella was quite familiar with her direct superiors.

"It's good that you all know what's going on." Levin nodded and said nothing more.

He never paid any extra attention to these bureaucratic minutiae.

He saw himself as someone who could oversee the entire situation while providing necessary magical support.

If he has to care about everything, then why does he need so many companions?

Chapter 280 Lifting of the Ban

As they spoke, Levin and his group quickly crossed the camp and entered the dense forest, reaching a relatively open high ground.

Upon getting deeper inside, Levin immediately spotted Jaina.

Her golden hair was neatly tied into a bun, giving her a capable and decisive appearance. She wore a dark blue robe covered with magical runes and star patterns, and underneath she wore a simple white cardigan, which was cinched at the waist with a dragon skin belt, outlining her alluring curves.

She wore magical ornaments on her chest and wrists, the shimmering blue gems as deep and bright as her brown pupils, revealing wisdom and determination.

In short, Jaina, dressed in formal attire, was the most eye-catching person simply by standing there.

Standing beside her were Minister of Magic Fudge and a wizard who looked like an old lion, who seemed like complete strangers.

This was faithfully captured by the photographer of "Singing the Quibbles".

At this very moment, these high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic were observing the distant battlefield.

By this time, the rioters realized something was wrong.

They discovered that no matter how much trouble they caused or how they tried to mislead, the Aurors could pinpoint their location precisely.

Under the orderly encirclement and suppression of the Aurors, the rioters were gradually driven together.

Currently, these masked and unmasked Death Eater 08 thugs are confronting young Auror reservists in uniform.

Meanwhile, Nymphadora Tonks, as their commander, was at the forefront.

"There are too many troublemakers. What if this stalemate continues?" Fudge looked at the Death Eaters gathering in the distance and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

In his view, there were far too many of these rioters.

The Aurors blocking their way were mostly reserves.

If it weren't for the reliable Iron Golems assisting these young Aurors, Fudge would have almost given up hope.

Jaina saw Levin and another Auror squad arriving from afar and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

In truth, even Jaina herself was somewhat uneasy about how much power these young Aurors could unleash.

After all, their training and reorganization plan for the new generation of Aurors was a completely new attempt, something that had never happened before.

Even if they are very confident in their plan, they still have concerns before they see tangible results.

After all, their political future was entirely at stake on this matter.

In this situation, it's inconvenient for her to intervene herself—if she did, it would be a combination of water elemental and blizzard, and she would dominate the spotlight, making the Auror reformation plan a failure.

Only Levin has the ability to cover for the trainee Aurors without anyone noticing.

Jaina nodded to Levin, indicating that the plan was going well.

Then, with a tone tinged with worry, he echoed Fudge: "The minister is right. If the Aurors don't grant us the right to use lethal spells, this battle will be difficult."

Scrimgeour, who was beside him, heard Jaina's words and glanced at her in surprise.

According to Scringer, Ms. Proudmore’s political attitude and direction have changed dramatically in recent years. She has not only turned from a neutral to a hawk, but has also become more active in the affairs of the Department of Law Enforcement, completely losing the cautiousness of the past few years.

Whatever the reason for Ms. Proudmore's change of attitude, Scrinker welcomed this shift.

"Minister, before things escalate further, let's postpone the vote and grant them permission to use lethal spells. That way, once we successfully subdue these troublemakers, all the rescued wizards will support us," Scrimgeour advised in a deep voice, his words highly persuasive. "Otherwise, things could change if we delay. If we push them too far..."

"I'm afraid they'll take drastic measures. If there are casualties, given the current situation, it would be an international scandal. Minister, you need to make a decision as soon as possible."

Scrimgeour's words gave Fudge, who was hesitating, a sense of direction. He nodded and, following Scrimgeour's instructions, notified the Aurors below to allow them to use lethal spells.

Scrimgeour's gaze was fixed intently on the troublemakers who were beginning to stir in the arena.

A satisfied smile flickered across Jaina's lips. Inducing Fudge to grant him the authority to fire at will was part of their plan, and now it had been successfully completed.

Fudge's orders were quickly relayed to every young Auror via the communication badge.

These younger generations then relayed the orders to their predecessors.

Most of the older generation of Aurors came from the Voldemort era and witnessed many people fall into darkness because of the reckless use of highly destructive dark magic. That's why they oppose destructive spells.

But these young people are different; they can't stand people who dawdle and procrastinate during a major battle.

Faced with the risks of life and dark magic, life is more important.

The youngest group among them—those who graduated alongside Cirella and Penelope—were all members of the Society for the Study of the Most Learned.

The lethal spells they learn include not only black magic, but also arcane magic, which doesn't involve much emotional bias.

Both are instant-death spells, but Avada Kedavra requires the purest killing intent towards the target, while Finger of Death doesn't have as many requirements. The only problem is that it has a higher learning curve.

In short, these learned wizards have no psychological burden whatsoever in using lethal magic.

But regardless of the circumstances, these young people were all invigorated when they received news of the lifting of the ban.

To be able to fight the enemy without shackles would be absolutely fantastic!