The tense battlefield was suddenly reinforced by a large number of wizards from the British Ministry of Magic. Though their combat abilities were average and they lacked Auror training, most of them had studied at Hogwarts. At the very least, they could cast simple spells like Expelliarmus.
With the arrival of these reinforcements, the Ministry of Magic wizards now significantly outnumbered the Pureblood Party.
The influx of fresh forces boosted the Aurors' morale and caused a degree of chaos among the Pureblood Party wizards.
At the edge of the battlefield, Abernathy stood quietly, observing the unfolding chaos alongside Auston Greengrass.
Auston had initially intended to join the fight, but Abernathy stopped him, saying:
"You're still young. Your battlefield lies in the future."
Watching the tide of battle shift against the Pureblood Party, Auston Greengrass expressed concern:
"What do we do now? They have far too many people!"
Abernathy, however, seemed unperturbed.
"Do you think our Pureblood Party has ever relied on sheer numbers?"
Indeed, after the initial confusion subsided, the Pureblood Party wizards quickly regained their composure.
The newly arrived Ministry wizards proved to be of limited combat effectiveness. Most of them could only cast simple spells like Expelliarmus, which posed no real threat to the seasoned Pureblood Party wizards.
"Lost your wand? No problem!" With a simple Accio, it was back in hand. Wandless magic? For these wizards, who had lived for decades, such skills were second nature.
"Confundo!"
The Pureblood Party swiftly adjusted their tactics, using Confundus Charms to sow chaos among the untrained Ministry personnel. These civil servants, unaccustomed to combat and without Auror training, were utterly disoriented when their Confunded colleagues suddenly attacked them.
Meanwhile, Cornelius Fudge, standing under the protection of several elite Aurors, wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. Nervously, he approached Rufus Scrimgeour and asked:
"Rufus, what do we do now? We need to end this battle quickly! Aurors are one thing—it's their job—but if those other Ministry wizards start getting killed, my term as Minister is as good as over!"
Rufus Scrimgeour, suppressing his anger, replied:
"Minister Fudge, is this why you kept them off the battlefield in the first place? If they had been here from the beginning, we wouldn't have lost the upper hand to the Pureblood Party and suffered so many Auror casualties!"
Fudge retorted defensively:
"Rufus Scrimgeour! Don't forget, you started this war! And it's your duty, and that of your Aurors, to resolve it! If I lose my position as Minister over this, don't think you'll keep yours as Head of the Auror Office!"
As Fudge and Scrimgeour argued, two figures emerged from the outskirts of the battlefield—Rosier and Cedric, who had hurried over from Hogwarts. Rosier had resumed her true form.
Abernathy, ever vigilant, immediately drew his wand, pointing it toward the newcomers. But upon recognizing Rosier, he lowered it and asked in surprise:
"Why are you here?"
Rosier shot him a glare of disapproval.
"I'll deal with you later! Do you have any idea how thoroughly you've disrupted our young master's grand plan?"
Rosier's frustration was evident as she shoved Cedric toward Auston Greengrass.
"And this is…?" Auston asked, puzzled, glancing at the handsome boy now standing beside him.
Cedric, however, was too preoccupied searching the battlefield for his father, Amos Diggory, to respond.
Rosier replied dismissively:
"A new recruit for the Pureblood Party—one who still needs some… training."
Auston's interest waned instantly. But Rosier added:
"Handpicked by our young master. He might just become the future Left Hand of the King for our faction."
Abernathy, still troubled by Rosier's earlier remarks, asked anxiously:
"What did you mean when you said I disrupted the young master's plan?"
Rosier shot him a withering look before answering:
"The young master's plan for the resurgence of the Pureblood Party, of course!"
Rosier then recounted her conversation with Wentworth and the news of Voldemort's impending return the following year. Abernathy, upon hearing this, couldn't hide his regret.
"Rosier, what should we do now?"
Rosier sighed deeply, her gaze fixed on the battlefield locked in a deadly stalemate.
"One thing is clear—we can't let this war continue. Cedric, remember what I told you!"
Cedric hesitated briefly but nodded firmly. Rosier smiled in satisfaction.
"Good. I trust you, Cedric, because I trust the young master's judgment."
Turning to Auston Greengrass, Rosier ordered:
"Draw your wand, kid. Point it at Cedric and make it look like you're holding him hostage. Then follow my lead!"
With that, Rosier strode boldly onto the battlefield.
Auston didn't dare hesitate. He stepped behind Cedric, pressing his wand to the back of Cedric's head and giving him a shove that nearly sent him sprawling.
Rosier, walking ahead, cast a Sonorus charm on herself and pulled a pendant from her robes, raising it high above her head. Her voice rang out across the battlefield:
"Stop your spells! All of you, stop at once!"
At first, the Pureblood Party wizards paid her no mind. But then someone turned and noticed the pendant in her hand.
"It's the master's symbol!"
The Pureblood Party erupted into cheers.
On the other side, the Ministry wizards looked on in confusion, wondering who this sudden arrival was. Among them, Amos Diggory spotted his son, wand pressed against his head.
"Stop! That's my son! Everyone, stop!" Amos screamed frantically, fearing his colleagues' spells might harm Cedric.
And so, the once-furious battle came to an eerie standstill.
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