great-warnovel Chapter 291 Geniuses of the Previous Era
Chapter 291 Geniuses of the Previous Era
Chapter 291 Geniuses of the Previous Era
The burning corpses could hold them off for a moment, but the biphasic creatures in the air, like annoying flies, began to slowly gather again.
Under Yaxley's manipulation, they became exceptionally difficult to deal with.
"Damn it, if only I could summon the ancient spirits of the dead—" Hermione thought to herself.
As a high-level spell of the Death faction, dozens of vengeful spirits fly out with a roar at once, capable of automatically tracking their targets. If powered by a Radiant Stone Core, its power and number would be even greater. With just one spell, it could entangle all the dual monsters, causing them and the vengeful spirits to hurt each other.
Unfortunately, she couldn't do it. Summoning spirit fire is just the lowest level of death magic. Even with a huge energy supply, creating an amazing aura and weight, it's more like throwing stones at the other side with a nuclear catapult, with a clumsy kind of beauty.
Even Voldemort could see that this mismatched spellcasting would eventually cause the "barrel" to wear out severely, until it exploded.
And this gun barrel is Hermione herself.
"Don't push yourself too hard," Adbe said, pulling the girl back from casting the spell again.
He looked into her eyes: "Trust the others; they are all good kids too."
But Hermione's expression remained serious; she frowned as she looked at the battlefield on both sides.
Sirius and his men returned to the western front. Using the defensive lines ablaze with spiritual fire, they could focus more of their efforts in the air.
And there's no need to worry about threats on the ground.
On the northern battlefield, without Hermione's ability to pick off targets, the large monsters had to be dealt with by the professors using more spells, which weakened their firepower.
"Look, the biphasic monsters have split up," Wolflin said, pointing to the dark clouds in the sky.
Only a small portion gathered together; the majority of the rest dispersed, seemingly to search for Lily.
"In a sense, this is a good thing; our plan to lure the enemy has succeeded." He breathed a sigh of relief.
"James and his team can handle these small groups of Biphasic monsters, which will reduce the pressure on Moody and his team considerably."
Hermione's expression softened slightly. Although this might put more pressure on her Potions professor, as long as they could hold out and Lily completed the purification ritual, they could all rush back to provide support. And the giant squid, having regained its senses, even if it was still holding a grudge, would not allow these werewolves and vulvas to appear by the water.
But the situation changed quickly.
"Ooh-hoo!" came a strange cry from Bellatrix.
She took off on a broomstick, along with many Death Eaters.
Unable to drive the grotesque creatures forward, they simply abandoned the ground battle.
"Kill all those Order of the Phoenix!" When she saw Moody, both old and new grudges surged up. She had almost been killed by Moody several times, and now was the perfect opportunity for revenge!
The Green Flame Party far outnumbered the Order of the Phoenix, and they also had a considerable number of Biphasic monsters assisting them. Sirius and his companions were surrounded by enemies on all sides, and they had to maintain their Guardian Angel while dealing with the spells coming from all directions.
Even though they are all seasoned veterans, such a situation is enough to overwhelm anyone.
"No, they can't hold out for long like this." Hermione's brow, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.
"The north is doing alright for now, but the traps, statues, and spider swarms are being depleted. Once the battle lines are pushed forward, even the professors won't be able to hold out."
Although the Radiant Stone Cannon is incredibly powerful, it can only be used to kill large monsters at the moment. If this drags on any longer, everyone will have to retreat back into the barrier.
"Maybe it's time to transform," Hermione thought to herself.
Although its power may not be greater than that of the Glowstone Cannon, her Moon Form can induce a werewolf's berserk state, which will put the unsuspecting Greyback in a difficult situation.
The werewolves will become more bloodthirsty and ferocious, but the disciplined and orderly army they are in now is more frightening. If they turn into a pack of mad dogs that only run wildly, it will just mean that the beast tide has become a little bigger, and the sapphire cannon will be a better solution.
She took a deep breath, intending to fly into the sky right now.
But Adebay still stopped her: "It's not your turn to go on yet."
The old man said slowly, "Although I don't know what other powerful magic you have that I haven't seen."
"But clearly, we're not at the point where we need to send you to the front lines."
"But—" Hermione was about to speak when Adebay interrupted her again.
"You know what? I plan to spend the rest of my life here after moving to Hogwarts," the father of modern magical theory said calmly.
"I am too old. In fact, the fifty years since the war have felt more like my twilight years. They don't even occupy most of my life." This old man, who has published countless papers and is known for writing about modern magic, gazed at the scorching battlefield and the wizards and monsters killing each other.
"I also graduated from this school, of course, that was more than a hundred years ago."
He managed to stand up and, with Hermione's help, walked to the railing.
"Back then, Dumbledore was just a kid who couldn't even ride a toy broom properly, while my contemporaries also included a genius, a genius like you." He looked at the girl.
"But he was a transfer student; he came to the school in fifth grade and only stayed for a year before leaving." He looked on with a reminiscing expression.
"Such a genius who overshadowed everyone, a genius who terrified all dark wizards, later disappeared without a trace, without even a whisper of him."
"If he were still alive, I might not even deserve to be called the father of modern magical theory. Grindelwald and Dumbledore would be united by him, and the goblins, hehe, if they dared to rebel, they would probably be in big trouble." As if he remembered something funny, he grinned.
"Oh, I've gone off-topic. People always like to reminisce when they get old."
"What I want to say is that we old folks should always do our part to support you young people and help you build a new tomorrow."
Hermione had a bad feeling. Could this renowned master be planning to destroy everyone involved?
"I gained a lot of inspiration from that genius back then, as well as some spells that I never published and couldn't complete on my own." He turned to look at Hermione.
"However, if we have a pyroxene core for power, I think we could give it a try."
But Hermione immediately shook her head: "Since it is a spell that is still being tested, it is probably not suitable for you to control it personally."
"As you said, it's not the right time yet, and there's no need to try dangerous experimental spells."
She wasn't stupid; she could hear the resolute meaning in Wolfling's words. It seemed that this experimental spell would come at the cost of the old man's life, but with the effect of turning the tide of battle.
But just as Adebay didn't want her to risk her life alone, she couldn't let the old woman waste her life creating opportunities for others.