The guardian spirits, having no physical form, could not harm the wolf's body directly, but they forced the evil spirit out from inside it.
Without its host, the exposed evil spirit dimmed rapidly under the guardians' relentless attacks.
The wolf, stripped of the possessing spirit, weakened instantly, collapsing like an empty shell.
The Aurors seized the moment and finished it with a spell.
With its host destroyed, the evil spirit let out a sharp, piercing shriek, then burst apart and vanished entirely.
The undead legion controlled by the dark sorcerers was even weaker than the spirit inside the wolf.
The guardian spirits tore through the undead, ripping the clinging evil spirits away from the corpses.
Once freed from possession, the corpses fell still and lifeless again.
The Aurors didn't waste time on the undead. They struck directly at the source.
Under the captain's command, a hundred Aurors Apparated at once,
surrounding the dark sorcerers and launching a coordinated assault.
"Reducto!"
"Confringo!"
"Diffindo!"
Countless spells rained down from all directions.
But the dark sorcerers were far more dangerous than wolves or vampires.
They chanted in harsh, guttural tones, summoning a dense black mist filled with distorted, agonized faces, human, elven, dwarven, and orcish.
These faces opened wide, swallowing the Aurors' spells whole, then transformed into streaks of black smoke rushing toward the Aurors with venomous grins.
Some Aurors were caught off guard and struck. Their enchanted gear shattered instantly, but thanks to the layers of protections they wore, they suffered no serious injuries.
Realizing the danger, the Aurors stopped holding back. They unleashed their full strength.
The captain yanked a large box from his spatial pocket and hurled it skyward.
It detonated in midair, and from the broken fragments burst the Thunderbird Thorondor, crackling with lightning like a storm made flesh.
The dark clouds overhead churned violently.
Thorondor soared into them and released a deafening burst of thunder.
A massive bolt of lightning slammed down directly on the dark sorcerers.
The earth-shaking explosion engulfed them in blinding light, reducing everything within several hundred meters to scorched ground.
The lightning continued.
Vampires wheeling through the sky became easy prey. Each strike turned them to ash instantly, no regeneration could save them.
Cheers erupted from the Aurors.
Taking advantage of the chaos, they surged forward, targeting the Mordor commanders.
With the wolves and vampires crippled and the dark sorcerers obliterated in a single strike, the Mordor army fell into total panic. They broke formation and fled, chased down by the elven warriors and the Far East rebels.
The Aurors, acting as a swift strike force, focused on rescuing the humans captured by Mordor.
Using Apparition, they moved rapidly across regions, performing decapitation strikes and freeing prisoners before they could be taken back to Mordor.
From the northern wilderness and the Runelands, to Kharhand in the east, and even down to Harad in the south, the Aurors appeared like storms.
They battled Mordor's armies while also saving abducted civilians.
Even with Thorondor's help and the support of the blue wizards Romisdanu and Moredar, the Aurors faced several close brushes with death.
Some even encountered Ringwraiths.
Most of their enchanted defenses and charms were destroyed. Without emergency Portkeys, many would have perished.
But the results were worth it.
After half a year of brutal fighting, the Aurors became true veterans, their strength and combat experience vastly improved.
Together with the Elves and the rebels, they forced Mordor's armies to retreat back to their stronghold.
Tens of thousands of humans were rescued.
The liberated people, unwilling to live under Sauron's rule, gathered near the Rune Sea and formed a strong resistance force to defend the Far East from future invasions.
When the war finally ended, the Aurors and the elven warriors parted ways with the blue wizards and returned to their homelands via fireplaces and Portkeys.
This victory greatly boosted the morale of the forces of justice in Middle-earth. The exceptional performance of the one hundred Aurors shocked many powers across the land. The fact that just one hundred wizards could unleash such overwhelming force, especially against armies of Orks, Trolls, and Eastern Barbarians, was a devastating blow.
This drew the full attention of every major faction in Middle-earth toward Hogwarts. Rohan, Gondor, and other powers were determined to establish diplomatic relations with Hogwarts.Gondor and Rohan even actively invited the Ministry of Magic to extend the Floo Network into their territories so they could request aid immediately if Mordor attacked again.
While Middle-earth celebrated the victory of the expedition, Mordor, in stark contrast to its previous aggression, fell into an eerie silence. Even its habitual harassment along the Gondor–Rohan border abruptly stopped.
It no longer sent out large armies to capture humans, as if it had been intimidated.
After months of high alert, Gondor and Rohan finally sighed in relief when Mordor remained motionless.
However, the White Order only grew more vigilant.
Although tens of thousands of people had been rescued from Mordor's forces, many more had already been abducted and taken deep into Mordor.
According to estimates, the number was around one hundred thousand, captured from Rovanion, Kharhand, Harad, and surrounding regions.
Such a massive number gravely worried the members of the White Order. They feared that Sauron might already possess enough living offerings to fuel a sacrificial ritual for Morgoth.
Morgoth's power was known to all. Even now, banished to the Void, no one doubted that if Sauron collaborated with Morgoth, another catastrophe would follow.
They wanted to intervene. The blue wizard Moredar even proposed that the entire White Order unite with the elves, wizards, and men to launch a direct strike on Mordor, rescue the captives, and stop Sauron's ritual.
But in the end, they were forced to abandon the idea.
Mordor, Sauron's stronghold, was shrouded in darkness, saturated with corrupting power, and unimaginably dangerous. As Galadriel said, it was a demon's den from which none could escape.Sauron was bound to Mount Doom, the source of his strength. There, inside Mordor, his power would swell to nearly his former peak.
Members of the White Order, however, would weaken the instant they entered Mordor. Their life force would drain rapidly, and even if every member united, they would still be no match for Sauron.
A direct assault would end in their annihilation.
Left without any alternative, they could only watch and wait.
Meanwhile, deep within Mordor, the massive altar overflowed with rivers of blood, a scene straight out of hell.