great-warnovel Chapter 259 Let's Face Reality
Chapter 259 Let's Face Reality
Chapter 259 Let's Face Reality
"What about air support?" On the ground, Karkaroff felt like his bones were about to fall apart, but in the raging blizzard, he could only vaguely see dark shadows flying rapidly in the sky.
"Stop the spell! Stop the spell!" The experience of being flipped around like a wok made his hard-won spell completely inaccurate, either hitting the sky or flying off somewhere unknown.
The boulders were incredibly powerful. Even though Hermione didn't want to hurt anyone and didn't deliberately create spikes, their defensive gear still gradually broke down from the constant jolting. If it weren't for the trigger-activated armor charms on each of them, they would probably have already passed out.
Finally, Karkaroff's magic struck the ground beneath him, and he used the brief pause on the rock to get up immediately.
To counter Transfiguration, it's more effective to use Transfiguration in return to seize control. He then pointed his wand at the ground and activated Transfiguration as well, vying with Hermione for control of the earth.
The moment their willpower clashed, he suddenly realized that he was no match for them!
I initially thought she had only gained such power by borrowing some kind of magical artifact, but I never expected her will to be so strong as well!
"Are all the Transformers at Hogwarts monsters?!" Karkaroff thought bitterly.
From Dumbledore to McGonagall, and then to James and Sirius, a succession of Transfiguration masters caused the Marauders a great deal of trouble.
With his magical skills, which were decades older than his age, he could barely hold onto the ground beneath his feet and couldn't even help his companions. Hermione, on the other hand, not only maintained such a large-scale dynamic transformation but also maintained a weather spell over a huge area. Karkaroff had reason to believe that if he were to face that little girl one-on-one, he would be captured alive in a single encounter!
"He's practically a miniature Dumbledore!"
Clinging to the only stable piece of land, surrounded by turbulent earth and rocks like a cage, even the dilapidated houses around it undulate with the earth, looking as if they might collapse at any moment.
"I can only get out of here first and then figure out a way," he thought dejectedly, intending to fly into the air and leave this land.
But suddenly, the undulations around them stopped, and his men crashed to the ground with a series of groans.
Karkaroff was taken aback. Before he could react, a wisp of smoke appeared out of the smoke, and Hermione's figure materialized abruptly in the crowd.
"The anti-phantom teleportation has failed?" The thought flashed through his mind for a moment.
The next moment, a faint purple light, carrying an invisible pressure, suddenly descended, and Karkaroff and the others who hadn't gotten up were pressed to the ground.
Hermione's staff still gleamed. She was preoccupied with maintaining the weather spells in the sky. The biggest threat came from the dozen or so air cavalrymen. If they were allowed to cast spells down without restraint or throw magic bottles, even if she could withstand it, Professor McGonagall would not.
Bound to the ground by gravity magic, Karkaroff was utterly despondent. This little girl was even more terrifying than Lady Rozier, and he could no longer muster the will to resist.
Behind him was his hot-headed teaching assistant, who, even though he was restrained, was still struggling desperately. Wisps of fierce fire spewed from the tip of his wand, trying to take advantage of Hermione looking up at the sky to launch a sneak attack and deliver a fatal blow.
But the next second, the platinum light instantly extinguished the nascent flames of fury, and runes formed by rays of light climbed up his body, sealing him off even more tightly.
"Behave yourselves, I won't hurt you, as long as you understand the situation."
Seeing that Karkaroff did not resist at all, the others obediently lay down, even canceling their anti-Apparition abilities.
She didn't lower her head; she kept looking up at the sky.
After no longer needing to expend more energy, the snowstorm became even more terrifying. The turbulent air currents and the sudden drop in temperature were enough to make ordinary people faint instantly.
Krum felt incredibly bitter. It was as if they were playing a bizarre Quidditch match, with fifteen people—more than the two teams combined—and their opponent was nothing more than a strange golden snitch.
Intertwined spells shot wildly through the air, and the air cavalrymen, while battling the bitter cold, shivered as they added warming spells to themselves.
The gale seemed to be trying to sweep them into outer space, and they also had to spare energy to keep frost-freeing their brooms. The annoying blue-gold snitch didn't hurt them, it just kept attacking the brooms, but falling from this height was no different from dying.
"That boy, he seems to fly really well," Hermione noticed. Krum was the only one who could track the trajectory of his scoring runs.
He was also the only one who could still control the broom, but unfortunately, under such terrible conditions, he had no chance of getting his hands on the exhaust fumes that would score points.
Three minutes passed quickly.
"Hermione!" McGonagall called out, and she turned to see Mikhail, who had freed himself from the black slime like a wolf. He had thrown away his fur coat and hat and was now staring wide-eyed at the little girl who was holding off so many wizards all by herself.
She nodded slightly, then turned into smoke again, disappearing behind Karkaroff and returning to her professor's side.
"Score, let's go." With her soft call, the Golden Snitch Ghost, who was having a great time, flew back with a whoosh, while everyone else except Krum was still searching in the sky.
McGonagall grabbed the two men, smoothly activated Apparition, and with a snap, they vanished from the spot.
The magic that remained there only slowly dissipated after Hermione left. Karkaroff and his wolf-fox companions stood up from the ground, and Krum landed with his air cavalry.
Two groups of people, one covered in mud and looking like a bunch of mink, while the other was almost like a snowman. Their brooms, after this intense battle, would probably need major repairs when they got back.
"What should we do?" Krum asked Karkaroff.
"Let's go back. What else can we do?" The professor of dark magic sighed, unable to speak.
This time, he lost both his wife and his army. Krum didn't get any kills, and the Staff Master ran away. Obviously, Ms. Rozier will completely blame him, the team leader.
Hogwarts was still peaceful. McGonagall, accompanied by Hermione and Mikhail, appeared directly in her office.
The warm fireplace crackled and burned, instantly easing any tension in one's nerves.
"We're safe here."
McGonagall poured the staff maker a cup of hot tea with some stimulant added, as the slime black magic had slightly affected his mental state.
"This—Miss Granger, is just your teaching assistant?" Mikhail swallowed hard, unable to believe his eyes.
"Actually, I'm still a third-year student." Hermione shrugged.
"You'll run into her quite often at school, Mr. Mikhail." McGonagall couldn't help but smile; Hermione was a student in her house.
"We will arrange a room for you. You can rest and recuperate these days. The real work will begin when the castle is almost at its destination."