Facing hundreds of Death Eaters, Lucius, Snape, and even Dumbledore all felt the pressure immediately.
Only Harry—
whose mind was still completely consumed by thoughts of avenging Sirius—
had yet to realize the true severity of the situation.
Dumbledore quietly moved closer to Arthur and asked in a low voice,
"Well?"
"Can you handle this many people?"
"If not, we can retreat for now and gather reinforcements before returning."
Arthur casually waved a hand.
"No need."
"I can handle it."
Then he added calmly,
"Besides…"
"If you were actually capable of gathering reinforcements, there wouldn't only be a handful of us standing here right now."
Dumbledore instantly fell silent.
Seeing Arthur still in the mood to mock him at a time like this, Dumbledore immediately understood—
Arthur genuinely wasn't worried.
Reassured, he drew the Elder Wand and quietly prepared for battle.
Meanwhile, Voldemort's fury continued rising.
Not only had Arthur and the others completely ignored him—
they had even started whispering among themselves in front of him.
Voldemort roared furiously,
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
Please.
He was delivering villainous intimidation dialogue right now.
Couldn't they at least react a little?!
Instead, he was left standing there like an idiot in front of hundreds of subordinates.
It was incredibly embarrassing.
Arthur calmly replied,
"So what if we heard you?"
"You seriously think you can win just because you outnumber us?"
Voldemort let out a cold snort.
"Isn't that obvious?"
Then his eyes narrowed.
"Unless…"
"You still have reinforcements?"
"If you do…"
"Then call them out."
Arthur smiled faintly.
"You said it yourself."
He slowly drew the Death Staff.
Then lightly tapped its tip against the ground.
The instant the staff touched the earth—
an eerie crimson-purple mist erupted beneath Arthur's feet.
It spread rapidly in all directions, engulfing the surrounding area within moments.
And then—
countless undead and Those Who Live in Death began emerging from the mist.
Skeletons.
Corpses.
Twisted undead creatures.
They crowded around Arthur, radiating overwhelming coldness and death.
For a moment—
it became genuinely difficult to tell whether Arthur or Voldemort was supposed to be the villain.
Harry stared at the surrounding skeletons and corpses before silently swallowing.
He knew these creatures belonged to Arthur and wouldn't attack him—
but the pressure they radiated was simply too terrifying.
Meanwhile, the Death Eaters were completely stunned.
Just moments earlier, they had believed this would be an easy battle.
After all, the enemy only consisted of five people and a cat.
So how—
in the blink of an eye—
had the battlefield suddenly gained thousands of inhuman monsters?!
And worse—
they looked even more horrifying than the Death Eaters themselves.
Feeling the dense power of death emanating from the undead, Voldemort himself became confused.
Death power…
could actually be used like this?
Why had Death never taught him that?
No—
come to think of it, Death had never taught him how to properly use death power at all.
Back then, Voldemort had spent tremendous effort merely learning basic applications of death power.
Yet Arthur casually tapped his staff against the ground—
and instantly summoned an entire undead army.
Voldemort became so jealous his expression visibly twisted.
If he had possessed such abilities back then, why would he ever have struggled with manpower shortages?
However—
Arthur's summoning wasn't finished yet.
He pulled out the Spirit-Calling Bell along with every spirit ash he possessed aside from Voldemort's.
Then he rang the bell.
One after another—
souls emerged from the ashes.
Strange.
Grotesque.
Powerful.
Dozens upon dozens of spirit summons appeared around Arthur.
This time, not only were the Death Eaters stunned—
even Arthur's own side froze.
Aside from Melina, everyone stared blankly at the summoned spirits.
At least the earlier skeletons and undead vaguely resembled humans.
But these spirits—
some of them weren't even remotely human.
For example, standing directly in front of Harry right now were three wolves and a mangy wild dog covered in festering sores.
Nearby stood a group of snowman-like spirits carrying musical instruments.
This was the part Dumbledore found hardest to understand.
Why did the spirits come with weapons already equipped?
That didn't feel magical at all.
After completing his summons, Arthur looked toward Voldemort with a mocking smile.
"Well?"
"Now tell me."
"Which side has more people?"
Voldemort's mouth twitched violently.
After a long pause, he finally forced out a cold sneer.
"Hmph!"
"So what if you have more numbers?"
"They're still just a pile of useless trash!"
Voldemort had already analyzed the situation.
Among Arthur's summons, only the second wave—
the nearly hundred spirit summons—
actually posed a significant threat.
As for the undead and Those Who Live in Death—
they weren't truly powerful.
One Death Eater could easily handle dozens of them.
Overall, the difference in strength between both sides wasn't actually that large.
And truthfully—
Voldemort's assessment wasn't entirely wrong.
Arthur hadn't infused large amounts of death power into the undead and Those Who Live in Death.
He hadn't even implanted Ghostflame Burst into them.
Because Arthur had already seen through the Death Eaters as well.
He didn't know exactly how Voldemort achieved it—
but he could clearly tell that these Death Eaters had already undergone modification through death power.
Ghostflame Burst would have limited effectiveness against them.
Furthermore, ordinary undead possessed little intelligence to begin with.
That was why Arthur hadn't bothered summoning too many high-grade undead.
(Voldemort: Thousands still isn't "many," you bastard?!)
Arthur's only requirement for them was simple:
stall the Death Eaters.
Arthur smiled calmly at Voldemort.
"Whether they're useful or not…"
"Why don't you test it yourself?"
Then he waved his hand.
In the next instant—
every undead creature, every one of Those Who Live in Death, and all the summoned spirits charged toward Voldemort's forces simultaneously.
On Voldemort's side, he immediately ordered his trusted followers to summon the Dementors.
The Dementors moved to intercept the undead and corpse creatures—
while the Death Eaters engaged Arthur's elite spirit summons directly.
Meanwhile, Arthur turned toward the people beside him.
"Choose your own opponents."
"Just don't stray too far from me."
The moment he finished speaking, Harry immediately rushed toward the Lestrange brothers.
Lucius and Snape each selected unfortunate Death Eaters of their own.
Then, with assistance from Arthur's spirit summons, they shamelessly began bullying their opponents through superior numbers.
Both Dumbledore and Hermione originally intended to confront Voldemort personally.
Unfortunately for them—
Melina had already moved first.
Holding the Black Knife in hand, she directly charged toward Voldemort and engaged him in combat.
Left without a choice, Dumbledore could only find another opponent.
As for Hermione—
she never transformed back into human form at all.
Instead, she remained in her cat form, nimbly weaving throughout the battlefield—
specializing in opportunistic sneak attacks and finishing blows.
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