Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -42.

As this group of inmates wreaked havoc, the sounds of weeping and celebration in the hall never stopped.

Now, the entire hall had transformed into a paradise for the prisoners, while each elegantly attired pure-blood had become a defenseless lamb, at the mercy of the avaricious inmates.

"500 Galleons, I struck gold!"

Exclamations of astonishment continuously erupted from the prisoners, fueling their enthusiasm.

"Tell me, are you hiding any more Galleons? Don't pretend to be clueless with me!"

Suddenly, one inmate noticed that others were reaping abundant rewards while he hadn't even received a few Galleons and was consumed by envy. He aimed his wand at a pure-blood wizard's head and commanded him to surrender all his belongings.

Powerless, the pure-blood, who still held a flicker of hope, saw the wand glowing green and nervously swallowed, then dutifully relinquished his wealth.

After all, as pure-bloods, most of their wealth was stored in Gringotts' vaults; the cash on hand was merely pocket change.

To survive, relinquishing it was akin to donating to the needy; the most crucial aspect was that their lives remained safe.

Witnessing this, the other prisoners were also motivated and raised their wands in imitation.

Instantly, the looting in the entire hall intensified once more.

Eventually, after about ten minutes, all the prisoners wore satisfied grins.

From the vacant expressions of the pure-bloods, it was evident they had lost a significant amount of wealth.

However, a small number of individuals were not affected by the prisoners; without exception, they were all modest Muggle-born wizards.

"Alright, enough now," Lester finally stood up and declared, "We've just taught these pure-bloods a little lesson."

"Now, we are going to storm the Ministry of Magic and make it clear that Muggle-born wizards are not to be trifled with!"

As soon as Lester finished speaking, the other prisoners immediately cheered, and the wands in their hands glimmered with green light.

By robbing these few individuals, they had struck it rich.

If they were to rob all the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, wouldn't they themselves become wealthy?

Then what would be the purpose of being a dark wizard!

Just as Lester's prisoner army was in high spirits, ready to attack the Ministry of Magic, a gilded fireplace in the hall suddenly burst into flames.

Clearly, this was a sign that someone was being transported into the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze; all the wizards, whether the prisoners who had just made a haul, the helpless pure-bloods, or the frightened Muggle-born wizards, all focused their attention on this fireplace.

It was not surprising that they acted this way, but rather that the timing of this person's arrival was just too coincidental.

Just as the robbery had concluded and the robbers were preparing to depart, this unfortunate individual had stumbled in, which seemed incredibly unlucky.

If he were a poor wizard from a Muggle background, it would be acceptable; the frenzied prisoners might overlook him since they couldn't rob much more. However, if he were a noble from a prestigious family, it would be a catastrophe.

Many of the pure-bloods who had been robbed, now left with nothing, displayed expressions of schadenfreude, eager to see who this unfortunate individual was.

Meanwhile, the prisoners who had just made a small fortune, feeling it wasn't enough, resembled starving wolves, their eyes gleaming with a terrifying green light as they stared at the flickering flames.

Finally, under everyone's expectant gaze, a golden scepter first emerged from the fireplace.

The scepter was embellished with intricate patterns, and a precious ruby the size of a pigeon's egg was firmly embedded at its top.

At the moment this magnificent scepter appeared, all the wizards in the hall instinctively held their breath.

The prisoners' greedy gazes, upon seeing the splendid scepter, became so excited that they seemed ready to pop out of their sockets.

Moments later, a proud man with golden hair slowly stepped out of the fireplace.

The man first disdainfully brushed off nonexistent dust from his clothes, mumbling about donating 10,000 Galleons to the Ministry of Magic to gain direct access inside.

Suddenly, this arrogant man sensed that the atmosphere in the hall was strangely off.

"Are you... rehearsing some play?" Lucius looked at the hundreds of wands casually discarded on the ground, as well as many wizards in luxurious robes lying on the floor with lifeless expressions, staring at the ceiling.

And then there were a few bodies against the wall, tortured beyond recognition, making him feel as if he had come to the wrong place.

In his memory, the Ministry's hall should have been bright and splendid.

Why did it now resemble a disaster site after an attack by dark wizards?

Looking again at the group of dark wizards who were greedily sizing him up, Lucius only wanted to leave this cursed place immediately.

"Gulp!"

Instinctively swallowing, Lucius, who had already sensed that something was amiss, turned to head back to the fireplace.

However, before he could turn around, the eager prisoners rushed forward.

Without even using spells, they knocked Lucius to the ground.

They didn't use spells not out of kindness, but because Lucius appeared too wealthy.

Just the scepter alone was worth thousands of Galleons; if they accidentally damaged something valuable with a vicious curse, the other prisoners would likely kill them in anger.

So, they opted for the most primitive method: to grab him directly.

Already terrified, Lucius was quickly overwhelmed by the frenzied prisoners.

He let out a painful groan, feeling countless hands frantically groping over his body.

"Ah! robbing me of galleons is fine, why are you touching my butt?!"

Lucius glared at the lecherous old man who was mingling in the crowd, grinning as he groped him.

If the prisoners took his galleons, he would accept it.

After all, the Malfoy family had plenty of money; he could consider it a financial loss to avert disaster.

But something like chastity was only one; if it were taken by these perverted prisoners...

Thinking this, Lucius instinctively shivered.

Minutes later, the once impeccably dressed Lucius was now stripped completely bare by the greedy prisoners.

His snow-white skin was exposed to the air, with only a pair of underpants bearing the Malfoy family crest remaining intact on him.

At this moment, Lucius was lying on the ground, feeling utterly disheartened, staring blankly at the golden ceiling of the hall. It was evident that he had been thoroughly broken. After a long time, with tears on his face, Lucius slowly said, "Perhaps I came at the wrong time."

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