140 Chapter 140: Shifting Blame and Battle

Finally, after the wailing Umbridge was carried away, one of her underlings, a proud Auror, stepped forward. 

He took a deep breath and approached Alaric, questioning, "What exactly do you want? Do you intend to destroy the Ministry of Magic?"

Upon hearing his words, Alaric immediately understood what was going on. 

The hall before him lay in ruins, a significant responsibility. 

This was all due to Umbridge and her aurors' mistakes. Umbridge was the right-hand woman of the Minister of Magic, and the Minister could protect her with his power. 

But the cost was that these Aurors had to shoulder the responsibility for the massive loss caused by their mistakes to avoid blame. 

To avoid accountability, they sought to shift the blame onto Alaric, making him their scapegoat.

Alaric glanced at him indifferently, taunting, "What's wrong? Can't handle my magical items, so you're coming to trouble me? I've been cooperating with your work all along."

"You deliberately let Ms. Umbridge get hold of that bell," the Auror argued forcefully.

"You're bullying her for not understanding magical items. You just want to see the Ministry of Magic's embarrassment."

"Oh really?" Alaric shrugged, "Then why did the Ministry of Magic send someone who doesn't understand magical items or alchemy to confiscate them?"

The Auror was immediately speechless. 

But he quickly added, "What about that so-called flying broomstick? It's clearly a magical item capable of setting fires, yet you lied to us, saying it's a flying broomstick."

"Do you want me to fly around in front of you?" Alaric whistled, and Skyraider immediately flew to him, hovering silently by his side, ready for him to mount.

But Skyraider's movement immediately aroused the Aurors' vigilance. 

They pointed their wands at Alaric and his flying broomstick as if facing a great enemy.

"Get him away!" the lead Auror shouted, "Get rid of that thing!"

However, by this time, Alaric's expression had changed.

"This is the second time," he said with anger and coldness in his voice, "Don't point your wands at me!"

Several Aurors instinctively wanted to lower their wands, but the lead Aurors glared at them.

"He's just a little kid. Although he has some talent in alchemy, there are so many of us. Are you still afraid of him?"

"Is that so?" Alaric sneered, waving his left hand.

The Aurors immediately felt a tremendous force. Dozens of Aurors were caught off guard and were thrown out.

The Aurors fell to the ground in a daze, but Alaric didn't hesitate. He casually picked up a wand from one of the Aurors and pointed it at the ground. The bare floor immediately cracked open, swallowing all the Aurors , leaving only their heads exposed.

However, a few well-trained Aurors managed to react in time and escaped the range of Alaric's spell by rolling away.

Then, they launched a counterattack.

One of the Aurors cast a stunning spell at Alaric. Alaric flicked it away with his left hand. After him, spells rained down on Alaric like raindrops.

However, these simple spells were no match for him. 

Alaric was a master of the Ironclad Charm, using both hands to defend against or deflect all the spells one by one.

Two Aurors were struck back by deflected spells, disarmed and knocked unconscious, losing their combat effectiveness.

"Damn it, don't treat him like a child!" the lead Aurors yelled furiously.

"Let's team up and jump him!"

"No, Dawlish, he's only a kid. We can't do this to him," a middle-aged Aurors argued, "I believe we must remain calm!"

"Remain calm? Are you kidding, Proudfoot?" Dawlish said viciously.

"This damn mudblood not only burned down the Ministry of Magic's hall but also attacked Aurors. We must..."

He couldn't continue his words. Alaric pointed his wand, and a shoe brush appeared in Dawlish' mouth.

Dawlish' eyes widened, trying to spit out the shoe brush, but it kept brushing back and forth in his mouth under Alaric's wand control, choking him. 

Saliva mixed with foam flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"You'd better not say that word again, or I don't mind giving you a mouthwash." Alaric looked coldly at the Aurors, causing them to involuntarily stiffen. 

Some of them instinctively covered their mouths.

"Please calm down, Alaric," Proudfoot stepped forward, trying to persuade, "Let go of Dawlish, and I promise no one will cast spells on you."

"Proudfoot!"

Voices of dissatisfaction immediately arose among the Aurors, but Proudfoot seemed to have decent respect among them, so no one took further action.

Finally, the brush in Dawlish' mouth stopped moving. 

He immediately took it out, threw it to the ground resentfully, and then began to gasp for air loudly. That single action nearly suffocated him.

He glared fiercely at Alaric, his eyes filled with fear and hatred.

"All right, Alaric, please lower your wand. Attacking Aurors at the Ministry of Magic is a serious offense."

Proudfoot further persuaded, "If you lower your wand now, we can pretend nothing happened."

"Is that so?" Alaric retorted, "I've already said it, don't point your wands at me. I'm not your criminal!"

"Enough, Proudfoot!" Dawlish, who had recovered, exclaimed loudly, "We must catch him! He burned down the entire Ministry of Magic's hall!"

"Burned down the Ministry of Magic's hall?" Alaric sneered, his voice rising.

"It was you who demanded the confiscation of my wand, it was you who demanded the confiscation of my magical items, and it was you who took my broom out of my bag. 

And now you're saying I burned down the Ministry of Magic's hall?"

Dawlish was rendered speechless by his retort, feeling greatly embarrassed. 

So the next moment, he grew bolder, and in anger, he attacked again. He waved his wand, and a curse flew towards Alaric.

"This time, I won't show mercy," Alaric said coldly. 

With a flick of his wand, the curse was sent back to Dawlish, hitting him squarely. 

He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. Instead, he let out a loud burp, and a few snots came out of his mouth.

"Incredible!" The Aurors raised their wands again, wary of this young man whose spellcasting skills were too powerful, sending shivers down their spines. 

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