Arthur stood there, unscathed,
He was like an impenetrable bulwark against the onslaught of dark magic.
A wave of confusion rippled through the Death Eaters as their curses seemed to dissipate harmlessly upon reaching him.
"He's tanking our curses...our magic like they were nothing…"
One of the Death Eaters hissed.
The realization dawned on them.
Arthur was not merely defending their attacks, he was absorbing them, nullifying their power.
The once relentless barrage of dark magic faltered, then ceased altogether.
The Death Eaters stared at Arthur, who stood there quietly, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light that sent shivers down their spines.
"What in Merlin's beard is he?"
Another Death Eater muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
The question hung in the air, unanswered and unsettling.
Arthur's simple question made them look like kids who wanted to prank an adult.
The Death Eaters shifted uncomfortably, their bravado momentarily faltering under his pressure.
A vein throbbed in Bellatrix's temple, her wand hand twitching with barely suppressed rage.
Lucius had invited her to kill a muggle who infiltrated Hogwarts.
Who would have thought that the muggle could wield such power.
'This power should belong to my lord!'
She was crazy but she knew that If she did something stupid here. She would be killed instantly and her death would disappoint her lord.
She would never allow herself to be a disappointment to her lord.
On the other hand, Lucius Malfoy, ever the picture of aristocratic composure, scowled, his pale eyes narrowed. He didn't think that the muggle that his son told him about would be this powerful.
'He is the dungeon climber. Is that why he is so powerful? I need to run and tell the dark lord. We must take the tower at all cost…'
Yet, despite their fury, they remained silent.
What could they say? They had underestimated him far too much, and now they were paying the price.
"Pathetic, you lots are."
"You resort to ganging up on just one person and this is truly the best you all can do?"
Lucius heard him clearly and he narrowed his eyes.
"Your insolence leaves me no choice but to act. You will regret this."
With a grunt, Lucius, his face twisted in disgust, reached into his magical pouch and withdrew a sleek, black pistol.
The others followed suit.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. He was surprised this time.
He didn't think he would see a day .
Dark Wizard embraced American Magic.
The Death Eaters exchanged glances. The muggle weapons were their last resort. They didn't want to use them because of their petty pride.
They had acquired them through shady channels.
From the corner of his eye, Arthur noticed the symbol engraved on the guns.
His heart sank. He recognized the mark, a symbol of a ruthless criminal syndicate that operated in the shadows.
Arthur didn't think the Death Eaters would gain help from them. He thought they treated any muggle beneath them.
'I should have expected something of this level to happen when even Gilderoy, who should be in Azkaban, was still around at this point in time.'
"Fire at will! I'll resupply your ammunition so don't worry about using them all up."
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They could buy them at very cheap prices from other Muggle Gun's shops but of course not.
They wouldn't lower themselves to buy things from muggle.
They could accept dealing with ten rings because their leaders weren't muggle.
Arthur had observed them enough.
He had allowed them to attack him to test his defenses. But that phase was over.
"You want to deal with an American with their own magic. Bring it on!"
Arthur conjured a pair of crimson desert eagles and began to retaliate. Each bullet was enhanced by his magic.
Multiple Death Eaters shouted in unison, their wands raised in a desperate attempt to conjure a protective shield.
The magical barrier came into existence, a translucent wall of energy meant to deflect any incoming attack.
However, they had severely underestimated the force they were facing.
The bullet, propelled by an enchantment of unimaginable power, tore through the shield as if it were nothing more than a fragile soap bubble.
The Death Eaters' eyes widened in horror as they realized the futility of their defense.
The bullet continued its deadly trajectory, piercing through their bodies with devastating ease.
Their screams were cut short as the life was extinguished from them, their bodies crumpling to the ground like discarded puppets.