Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 449-448: The Prisons of the Great Purge!
They continued until they confirmed that there were no survivors in the entire cell.

The man in the black robe continued downwards.

Another round of slaughter ensued.

"You beasts! You animals!"

Some prisoners were screaming.

"I'll haunt you even as a ghost! My blood flows with..." Before he could finish, the criminal, who likely had a powerful background and deep-rooted bloodline, abruptly stopped. Clearly, his curse could never be fulfilled. The man in black simply raised his hand, and his voice was forever trapped in his throat.

At the stairwell leading to an even lower level.

Inside is a once-renowned master of dark magic.

As the man in black robes approached, he stood in the center of the cell, his face bearing an eerie calm: "I knew this day would come—the executioner of the Bureau of Mysteries."

"A young wizard I just passed by made me realize something was wrong. It seems there really is a problem. Tell me, is it 'that project' that's gone wrong?"

This master of dark magic is clearly something special.

The man in the black robe stopped moving for the first time, his hood slightly turning towards him. Magic was clearly hidden beneath that dark hood; still, no facial features could be seen.

“Looks like I guessed right.” The black magic master revealed a twisted smile: “I knew it, I knew you couldn’t control that terrifying thing.”

"A taboo hidden in legends."

"Ancient history, that's more terrifying than death—" The black magic master could say a little more, but since nothing he said was of any use, the conversation ended there.

"puff."

The man in black robes grew impatient and didn't even let him finish speaking. This dark wizard, who had once struck fear into the hearts of the entire African magical world, was thus silently reduced to a pool of filth.

He didn't even leave a name in the biography of Ian.

As the cleanup work penetrated deeper into the prison.

The prisoners' resistance grew even more desperate.

The moment the man in black robes opened the cell door, a tall, thin wizard suddenly spewed out a stream of green flames from his mouth—his natal fire, which he had secretly accumulated for three months.

"Why bother with these pointless struggles?" The man in black simply blew a breath, and the raging fire that could have destroyed a village went out like a candle.

"Impossible!" The tall, thin wizard's eyes widened, but before he could finish speaking, he was crushed into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

In another cell.

The twin brothers launched their attack simultaneously. One used a secretly sharpened spoon to stab the man in black's eyes, while the other attempted to spray him with hidden poison.

The man in black didn't even flinch.

The spoon suddenly melted into molten iron an inch from his eyes, and the poison evaporated completely a few centimeters from his robe. Then the two brothers simultaneously turned into two pools of blood.

The most chilling thing was an old prophet locked in a special cell.

She was kneeling on the ground praying when the man in black approached.

“Oh, Lord…”

Hearing the door open, she looked up, her cloudy eyes filled with tears: "I saw it, I saw the city's reflection, floating in the starry sky!"

"Please, kill me before I go completely insane."

The man in black robes silently raised his hand.

This time, he hesitated for a moment, which was unusual for him.

but.

"puff."

The man in black robes still made his move. The prophet's body collapsed to the ground, but her eyes remained wide open, as if still staring at the terrifying sights that ordinary people could not comprehend.

By the time the cleanup reached the lowest level, the remaining prisoners had completely broken down. Some huddled in corners muttering to themselves, some banged their heads against the walls frantically, and others tried to hang themselves with torn clothes—but even these attempts were "mercifully" stopped by the man in black robes.

He ended their suffering in a much faster way.

"Why?" an old wizard, imprisoned for thirty years, asked in his final moments. "We're already here, why must we continue like this?"

For the first and only time, the man in the black robe answered the question: "To bear witness is to sin."

then.

The old wizard also turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

As the final "poof" echoed into the deepest part of the prison, the entire underground prison fell into a deathly silence.

"I'm just doing my job." The man in black robes stood in the middle of the empty passageway, with bloodstains on his feet. His words to himself seemed to be a result of his conscience.

“I understand.” He raised his head slightly, as if listening to something, then turned around, stepping over the blood-soaked ground, and silently left the place he had just turned into a slaughterhouse.

He continued down.

Following the spiraling stone steps downwards, the man in black robes entered the deepest and most secret area of ​​the African Ministry of Magic's underground prison. Here, the cells were no longer densely packed; each one was like an independent fortress, carved from a single piece of antimagic obsidian, with layers upon layers of powerful binding runes engraved on the doors.

Those imprisoned here are all legendary criminals who once wreaked havoc on the African continent, whose very names could stop children from crying.

Well, you could roughly call them a bunch of Voldemorts. Of course, this group has definitely killed more people than Voldemort, since everyone knows Voldemort was just a minor terrorist.

"It seems something happened up there?"

Some of the criminals looked up and looked outside.

The stench of blood hadn't yet reached this place, but a deathly stillness, as if a storm was brewing, already enveloped the area. Those imprisoned here were all highly perceptive individuals; the commotion above, along with the faint yet persistent aura of death, was enough for them to understand what was happening.

"The game is over."

The man in black robes stopped in front of the first cell.

The door slid open automatically, revealing an elderly man with bronze skin and bizarre tattoos covering his body. He was "Ancestral Spirit Devourer" Macabu.

He once single-handedly annihilated three ancient wizard tribes, devouring their guardian spirits to strengthen himself; his strength had already reached the realm of a quasi-master.

That is, the Dean level in the standards set by Ian.

Say something.

That's indeed very powerful.

This is especially true in Africa.

"You want to kill me?"

Makabu opened his eyes.

His eyes seemed to be filled with the roar of countless vengeful spirits. He did not beg for mercy, nor did he question anyone. He simply stood up slowly, exuding a violent aura like that of a savage beast.

"It seems my final moment has arrived." His voice was hoarse, yet carried a beastly authority. "Can you just give me a quick death? Like cleaning up trash?"

The man in black robes nodded slightly, giving a different response for the first time. Instead of crushing the other person directly from a distance, he took half a step back and made a "please" gesture.

"You can die a dignified death." He decided to give these powerful individuals, who stood at the pinnacle of humanity, one last chance to demonstrate their strength and then die with honor. Therefore...

The magic-suppressing array was also shut down.

"Ok?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Makabu's eyes, which quickly transformed into a fervent fighting spirit! "Fine! Let me see just how capable this executioner from the Bureau of Mysteries truly is!"

With a sudden jolt of his arms, a chilling wind howled through the prison cell, and the temperature plummeted! Four enormous ancestral spirit phantoms, formed from countless twisted vengeful spirits, appeared behind him, emitting deafening roars! These were the strongest ancestral spirits he had refined with his life's blood, each possessing power close to that of his original self!
"Soul Eater!"

Makabu roared.

Along with four illusory ancestral spirits, they simultaneously lunged at the black-robed man! The vengeful spirits roared, and the mental shockwave arrived like a tsunami, enough to instantly shatter the mind of an Auror squad!

Faced with such attacks.

The man in black robes stood still, neither dodging nor evading. The spiritual impact, powerful enough to freeze a soul, struck him like a gentle breeze across a mountain, failing to even lift the hem of his robes. Facing the onrushing Makabu and the ancestral spirits, he merely raised his right hand, fingers spread, and then gently clenched it.

It's still the same simple method.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling magical light.

The four enormous ancestral spirit phantoms, along with Makabu's charging figure, seemed to be paused, and then began to disintegrate and annihilate from the smallest structure!
"how come……"

The wild fighting spirit on Makabu's face froze, turning into extreme horror and bewilderment. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

At this moment, they all vanished into nothingness.

They didn't even get a chance to finish exclaiming.

Silence returned to the cell, as if Makabu had never existed.

"I don't actually want this kind of power."

The man in the black robe walked toward the next cell.

The person imprisoned inside is Zara, the "Queen of the Desert".

A master of elemental transformation and sandstorm magic once turned an oasis into a dead zone. Upon seeing the man in black, she didn't waste any words, slamming her hands heavily onto the ground!
In an instant.

The entire cell instantly transformed into a quicksand hell. Countless substances made of sand, scorpions and sand pythons that shimmered with metallic luster surged from the ground. At the same time, the moisture in the air was instantly sucked out, turning into countless tiny yet sharp ice crystal storms that swept towards the black-robed man from all directions!
"You are all talented people, what a pity..."

The man in black simply raised his hand.

The surging quicksand instantly solidified, the venomous scorpions and sand pythons turned to dust, and the ice crystal storm shattered and dissipated as if it had crashed into an invisible barrier.

"how so!"

Zara's expression changed drastically, and she wanted to unleash even more powerful magic.

"Let's end it like this."

The man in black robes had lost interest and made a grasping motion from afar. This queen, who once held the power of life and death in the desert, returned to dust along with the illusions she had created.

The third cell holds "Blood Curse Master" Kanbata.

His curses, cast using his own blood as a medium, were impossible to defend against, and he had once cursed and killed an entire rival family. Upon seeing the black-robed man enter, he immediately bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood mist instantly transformed in the air into an incredibly complex skull mark radiating an ominous red light, imprinting itself upon the black-robed man with the power of instant death!

"Death Curse: Bloodline Tracing!" Kambat roared. This was his most powerful curse, which, once it hit, would directly obliterate the target at the very source of life.

The man in black robes stared at the approaching blood-red skull without even assuming a defensive stance. The curse, imbued with the law of instant death, melted silently within a foot of him, like snow under the blazing sun, without even causing a ripple. Kanbata stared in disbelief as his strongest curse was so easily neutralized.

"No...it's impossible...how could you..."

It seems like every criminal says something like that.

But there's so much to say about it.

The man in black robes gave him no time to think, raising his hand to end his doubts and his life.

"It's possible, but the cost... ha."

Got here.

The man in the black robe became more talkative.

However, he didn't finish each sentence.

The level of a seasoned riddle solver. When the man in black robes opened the fourth cell, the prisoner inside did not immediately launch an attack. It was a tall, elderly man in tattered priest's robes, known as "Thunder Emperor" Kongo, who had stolen the power of the tribe's thunder god's faith and could summon heavenly lightning with every gesture, possessing immense power.

Kong Ge stared intently at the man in black robes, his eyes filled with shock and a deep sense of doubt.

"This power... is something no ordinary wizard could possess!"

His voice was deep and resonant, like thunder, “I have fought the spiritual incarnation of the tribe’s guardian deity, and I have never felt such a profound sense of powerlessness! Ministry of Magic… what are you doing? Are you stealing and fusing the magical essence of other wizards?! Is that why you need to silence them?!”

He had clearly observed the previous battles as well.

Realized something was wrong.

This led to further speculation.

Faced with this sharp questioning, the man in black remained silent, like an unyielding ice peak. He raised his hand, signaling the start of the battle and urging his opponent to make a move.

"Damn it! I can't beat you! But! I will never die like a coward!" Kong Ge roared, no longer holding back!

His entire body erupted with dazzling lightning, as if he had transformed into the embodiment of lightning!
Lightning crackled wildly within the cell, the air crackling with a burnt smell. A bolt of dark purple, destructive divine lightning, as thick as a bucket and embodying the culmination of his life's lightning magic, struck the black-robed man like a spear of thunder, carrying the mighty power to purify everything! This single strike was enough to level a small mountain!
however.

The other side remained unmoved. Faced with this earth-shattering attack, the black-robed man merely extended a finger and gently touched the destructive divine lightning.

There was no collision, and no explosion.

as always.

The destructive lightning bolt, powerful enough to make any legendary wizard take it seriously, seemed to be plunged into an abyss the moment it touched the black-robed man's fingertips. All the energy, all the light, and all the destructive will were instantly devoured, decomposed, and returned to nothingness!
"Just as I expected!" Kong Ge's frenzied expression froze completely, replaced by a look of utter terror and bewilderment, as if he had seen a ghost. "You... what exactly are you?!"

He asked in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with the despair of a collapsing belief.

The man in black robes did not answer. He simply made a gesture of respect from afar. Thunder Emperor Kongo, the once mighty ruler of thunder, and his unresolved questions, vanished into history.

Finally, the man in black robes arrived at the deepest part of the passageway, before the door of the last cell. Inside was the blind wizard who had briefly spoken with Ian earlier.

The cell door slid open.

The blind wizard remained seated cross-legged, his empty eye sockets staring at the black-robed figure at the door. His face showed no surprise, only a calm that seemed to know everything.

And a hint of heaviness that was hard to conceal.

He had clearly sensed the cleansing happening outside, the disappearance of those familiar and unfamiliar powerful auras. However, he was indifferent to his impending doom.

This wizard.

He cares about other things.

"teacher……"

The man in black robes stood at the doorway, not making a move immediately, seemingly waiting for something. His address to the blind wizard revealed the blind wizard's unusual identity.

(End of this chapter)