Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -22.

Lester concentrated and quickly recognized the distinction between the two individuals.

The leading Auror was not only out of uniform but was instead clad in an opulent robe characteristic of nobility.

His expression displayed a hint of arrogance, and he looked down on the other Aurors as if they were lesser beings.

At that moment, this unidentified nobleman or Auror was impatiently listening to the plea of a middle-aged Auror behind him.

Lester was quite intrigued by their conversation, so he employed the wall-passing spell to move through the wall of the Auror office building and entered.

As soon as he walked in, Lester observed the elegantly attired Auror lounging arrogantly on the large sofa in the living room, casually picking up a drink from a nearby table and sipping it nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged Auror, who appeared very honest and respectable, stood before him awkwardly, persistently making requests.

"Director, I really need to go home for a bit."

The man's voice was deep and powerful, clearly indicating he was a man of great strength, yet at that moment, his tone was extremely humble.

"My child is missing, and besides my wife, there are no other adults at home. Director, he's my only child!"

Before the man could finish his statement, he was rudely interrupted by the Director of the Aurors stationed at Azkaban.

"Your child is missing; can't you find an Auror to search for him? Wait, aren't you an Auror yourself? How can you lack even this basic awareness?"

"But my wife and child are Muggles; where can they go to find the Ministry of Magic?"

Upon hearing this, the previously impatient Auror in the luxurious robe instantly narrowed his eyes.

"Are you saying your wife and child are Muggles?"

Hearing the derogatory term from his superior, the man clenched his fists in anger but hesitated to act.

As he was a Muggle-born wizard, having spent only a few years in the magical world, he understood that it was far from the idyllic portrayal at Hogwarts.

In this magical realm, corruption and discrimination were widespread.

His superior clearly hailed from a pure-blood family, here to elevate himself at Azkaban, and if he provoked him, he might find himself stationed at Azkaban for life.

The man had no doubt about the malice of these pure-blood wizards; they were capable of anything.

Regrettably, the man was willing to endure, but the pure-blood in the luxurious robe became even more aggressive.

"Well, how could I have overlooked this? From your appearance alone, I should have understood you must be a mudblood?"

The pure-blood in the luxurious robe sneered, ridiculing the middle-aged Auror with every word, his sharp remarks piercing like a dagger into the middle-aged Auror's heart.

His son had been kidnapped by traffickers, and despite having all this magic, he couldn't use it to locate his child, while being mocked by this wealthy individual who had achieved nothing but boast a prestigious family background.

Ironically, he couldn't even retaliate.

Because the magical world was dominated by pure-bloods, who controlled everything in the magical realm.

Even when pure-bloods went on a killing spree in the Muggle world after getting drunk, slaughtering Muggles for amusement, the Ministry of Magic would not hold them accountable but would instead shift the blame onto Muggle-born dark wizards!

This was the current state of the Ministry of Magic: corrupt, inept, and irredeemable.

It had been ten or so years as an Auror, having just graduated from Hogwarts, believing that the magical world was truly as beautiful as described in school, only to discover...

Reality hit him hard, with discrimination, abuse, and humiliation—things strictly forbidden in school—being commonplace in the Ministry of Magic, even becoming the norm.

Just like the great war over a decade ago, the pure-blooded nobles, under Voldemort's leadership, actively instigated the war, slaughtering Muggle-born wizards like him.

The outcome was the emergence of a savior who defeated Voldemort, and those criminals should have faced their just punishment, but would they really be punished?

The man clearly remembered that many of his colleagues had perished under the dark magic of those pure-blood dark wizards.

What did they receive in return? Proof of those pure-bloods being controlled by the Imperius Curse!

It's truly absurd that we, who have put in countless efforts and even sacrificed our lives, finally defeated a formidable enemy, only for those pure-bloods to simply pat themselves on the back and dismiss it.

What about the fallen Aurors? What about the Muggle wizards who died at the hands of these pure-bloods?

Who will remember them? Who will care about them?

Once war profiteers, now they sit high on their fishing platforms, infiltrating every corner of the Ministry of Magic, still living lavish lives in the open.

And what about us, the true heroes? We have spent most of our lives in Azkaban!

Now we have to endure the insults from the descendants of past criminals!

"Well, even though you're a mudblood, Merlin still granted you the right to cast spells. I'm in a good mood right now, so if you can learn to bark like a dog to please me, I'll give you a pass to go out and find your son."

The young Auror in a white robe spoke mockingly, appearing to enjoy the spectacle, staring at the middle-aged Auror.

The two standing Aurors turned red with anger, their hands clenched tightly, even their nails digging deep into their flesh without them realizing.

They were also furious; even a mud doll has some fire, let alone they are all men.

How could they not be enraged in the face of such insults?

Although the man was mocking the middle-aged Auror, weren't they also of Muggle origin?

What was the difference between this and cursing a black man in front of a gorilla?

"I-you."

After hearing the words of the white-robed Auror, the middle-aged man's face turned blue and purple with anger; given his age, he could easily be the man's father. Yet now he was being told to call him father.

"Oh! You seem unwilling?"

The pure-blood Auror asked knowingly and went even further, saying, "Your son is just lost in the Muggle world."

"If you manage to go out, with the help of magic, you can easily find your son."

"But what if one day your son is kidnapped by dark wizards from the magical world? he might never return!"

The pure-blood Auror stripped away his hypocritical facade, merely to humiliate the middle-aged Auror, who had made significant contributions to the Ministry of Magic, and even threatened to abduct his son!

Finally, after listening to the nonsense of that punk, Lester could no longer contain his anger.

He had thought that the Ministry of Magic was merely a corrupt upper-class pure-blood family, and that there were still good people inside.

But looking at the arrogant pure-blood Auror before him, Lester realized he was mistaken—he was very mistaken.

The Ministry of Magic, no! The entire British magical world needed a transformation.

A complete overhaul from the ground up!

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Tl/N : Reading this? Throw some powerstones then!!