great-warnovel Chapter 58 Counterattack
Chapter 58 Counterattack
The stone dragon in the sky was almost unrecognizable. Mag could feel that her magic was nearly exhausted. She had no more strength to repair the dragon. Voldemort was dismantling her transfiguration creation bit by bit, as if playing a game.
"To be honest, Professor, your Transfiguration skills have probably surpassed Dumbledore's. Even I would find it difficult to keep up with you in this area." Voldemort floated in the air, surrounded by a sinister wind, with ghostly figures circling around him, emitting painful cries.
He watched with amusement as the Transfiguration professor, her face ashen, repeatedly drove the dragon toward him, scorching the surrounding death clouds with her fierce dragon breath. But all of this was meaningless; even with her masterful Transfiguration spells, this stone dragon was more powerful than a real dragon.
But these guys are still stuck in the old, traditional realm, while I have already transcended death and surpassed all the wizards of the past!
He precisely used the Death Curse to kill them one by one, eliminating the little mice in her protective vest. It wasn't that he lacked the ability to bypass the vest's protection, but the thrill of gradually cornering his opponent was captivating.
"Transfiguration is a dead-end discipline. No matter how far you go in this field, what's the point in the face of death?"
He seemed to have thought of something interesting: "You know, there are many purebloods who want to join me. In the world before the war, I did believe they were right, but when all the false pretenses are torn away, what about white wizards, holy families, love and equality?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Look behind you. Lucius has not disappointed me. Dumbledore is now in dire straits, and your students," he forced a hideous, pitiful smile onto his serpentine face, "are about to be slaughtered by the ghosts!"
"It must be sad, these ghosts, they used to be your friends!"
With a wave of his hand, without even using a spell, he brutally tore off one of the dragon's wings with sheer magical power, causing it to lose its balance and spin in the air.
"You're so proud of snatching delicious treats from me? The Christmas party must be so much fun!"
He unleashed another bolt of lightning, turning the dragon's remaining wings to ashes.
McGonagall mustered her strength and clung to the stone dragon's back, squeezing out her last bit of magic to transform the wingless dragon into a giant eagle. In fact, she wanted to become a thunderbird, but she didn't have enough magic left.
"If Hogwarts is to be destroyed today, it will be after I die!" McGonagall roared in a low voice.
The giant eagle beneath her suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Voldemort. With her other hand, she waved her wand, and an invisible whirlwind condensed, growing stronger and stronger around Voldemort. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into rapidly spinning gears and blades, enveloping him and tightening rapidly.
Voldemort watched her performance indifferently, letting the blade strike him. The giant eagle crashed into him and turned into a bomb, bursting with astonishing light and heat.
McGonagall appeared exhausted in mid-air; this was her final, deadly move.
But the next second, green smoke gathered behind her, and Voldemort's malicious wand was already pointed at her back.
"You really like explosions?"
Perhaps to play a little longer, or for some other reason, he did not use the Killing Curse. Voldemort's wand emitted a white light of the Explosion Curse, which landed on McGonagall the next second.
boom!
A figure fell helplessly downwards.
Voldemort watched his masterpiece with satisfaction as McGonagall fell to the ground of Hogwarts like a drifting leaf. He was about to follow her to see how the students would react to seeing their beloved professor in this state.
But the next moment, the clear cry of the phoenix resounded throughout Hogwarts once again.
His expression changed, and he looked up to see a dazzling phoenix rushing out of the tower like lightning and catching the falling Mag.
"Lucius failed? What a piece of trash." He immediately realized what the appearance of the phoenix meant and coldly cursed.
hum...
Hogwarts seemed to awaken completely, with dazzling blue light converging at the top of the tower, and a beam of light shot out, engulfing Voldemort's position.
But the next moment, the latter appeared on the other side. He frowned as he looked at the spot where he had just been floating. The powerful light cannon evaporated the air, and the dead cloud in the sky was pierced with a shocking hole. Even the thick dust cloud above was pierced, revealing a real starry sky that the children had never seen before.
"What terrifying destructive power..." He frowned. If he were to be hit by one, it would probably be no worse than taking a nuclear bomb in his face.
Before we knew it, night had fallen. This battle had been going on for quite a while, starting from dinner time.
Hermione was perched on the back of a large spider, surrounded by a swarm of spiders rapidly climbing up the pipe. Hagrid followed beside her, carrying the unconscious Lucius under his arm.
She stared curiously at her staff, the radiant stone at its tip seemingly being remotely controlled, unleashing tremendous energy that was then absorbed by the castle and used elsewhere.
"Dumbledore is alright! He's controlling the castle to defend against the enemy!" Hagrid exclaimed joyfully.
Hermione did not interfere with the manipulation of the Brilliant Stone's energy. She was the one who was temporarily borrowing the Brilliant Stone. Its true ownership belonged to Hogwarts, and the right to use it belonged to the headmaster of Hogwarts. After this incident was over, the Brilliant Stone would still be returned to its original place. Although it was a bit of a pity, relying on powerful external magic for a long time was not conducive to one's own growth. Hermione was able to accept this and let it go.
Suddenly, everything lit up; the spiders had burst out of the pipes and entered the brightly lit castle.
"Let your spiders charge! Hagrid! Hogwarts needs them right now!" Hermione saw Hagrid's hesitation. She was worried about the students' reaction to seeing these hideous spiders, but she couldn't care less at this moment. Besides, if she didn't take this opportunity to make a good impression, how could she get the students to accept Hagrid's image quickly?
Hagrid's spirits lifted, and Aragog beneath him emitted a rapid hissing sound. As if on command, the spiders surged out of the pipes and crawled out of the castle's windows and doorways along the corridor.
"Ah! It's a spider!"
A girl suddenly screamed as she saw countless spiders crawling out of the castle windows and leaping recklessly toward the Green Flame Party members.
Professor Sprout, who was organizing her students to fight the enemy, turned around and was overjoyed. She shouted, "Don't panic! Children, our reinforcements have arrived!"
In an instant, although they didn't know where these spiders came from, and although they were terrified of these terrifying and ferocious black-haired giants, everyone's morale soared, and they cooperated with the spiders' attack.
"The time for a counterattack has come!" Filch shouted, having been fighting the werewolves hand-to-hand with Ferenze.
Even now, his neatly combed slicked-back hair remained perfectly in place. A sharp cane-sword, like a deadly venomous thorn, relentlessly created horrible gashes on the werewolf's body. The sword contained some unknown metal, making it difficult for even the werewolf's life force to heal quickly.
Ferenze's precise and vicious archery never strayed from his opponent's eyes, leaving the werewolf constantly on the run with no room to retaliate. Even though he was extremely strong and Filch couldn't withstand even one of his attacks, with Ferenze's help, he could only defend passively. He would occasionally be kicked by the powerful hooves of the horses, causing him to vomit blood. If it weren't for his vigorous vitality, he would have died long ago from the combined attack of the two.
With the addition of the eight-eyed spiders to the battle, the Death Eaters' situation visibly worsened.
Even the elite of the Green Flame Party, each with the ability to unleash a death curse, were forced to retreat repeatedly under the onslaught of the vast spider horde.
On Flitwick's side, he was like a small ball of electricity, constantly harassing Bellatrix with ingenious and obscure spells, which Bellatrix could only brutally destroy with powerful spells.
But this was far too inefficient. Bella gasped for breath, the dark green markings on her body flashing on and off. She fired another killing curse, but it only managed to engulf the flock of peregrine falcons that Flitwick had conjured.
The next moment, he was hit on the back of the head by a barrage of thunderous explosions from the opponent. Even though the protection formed by black magic was very strong, he was still almost knocked down.
The battle between Lily and Snape was much calmer; neither of them had changed much, but the desolate land around them hinted at the danger of their struggle.
"Have you used up most of your potions?" Snape asked casually.
"Enough to kill you a hundred times over!" Mrs. Potter retorted forcefully.
Snape looked at the woman before him with a complex expression. So close, so very close, she would have been his wife…
He stared into those emerald green eyes, momentarily lost in thought.
At the castle gates, Hagrid's enormous figure appeared alongside Hermione. His face was jet black, his beard and hair were charred yellow, and his body was covered with small, broken wounds left by old Malfoy's guns. His lower body was an unimaginably huge and ferocious spider monster, with Lucius tucked under his arm. He looked like a demon king who had escaped from the dungeons. Some students were so frightened that they almost threw spells at him.
He lifted the unconscious old Malfoy high and shouted at the dark figure in the sky, "Voldemort, your son has been captured! Your plot has failed!"
Voldemort, suspended in mid-air, narrowed his eyes as he watched the catastrophic collapse below.
Knowing defeat was inevitable, he said in a cold voice, "Remember this pain; you might not be so lucky next time."
He glanced again at the light gathering at the top of the tower, the astonishing energy fluctuations making him wary.
In the next instant, it turned into green mist and vanished without a trace, even the Death Demon mark in the sky slowly disappeared.
Upon seeing their master flee, the Death Eaters below immediately transformed into black smoke and frantically rushed through the gradually closing gap in the barrier.
This is the time to strike hard when they're down; we can't let them get away now.
Harry and Ron, wand in hand, rushed out of the castle and charged toward the enemy.
Snape glanced at Lily one last time, then tossed his black robes and charged out of the gap first.
Next was Bella, whose hair was burned off by Flitwick, and who paid the price of losing a hand and half a leg before managing to escape.
But the remaining dark wizards weren't so lucky. Nearly half of the Green Flame Party were left inside the barrier and were then subdued by the professor and students. After being given an excessive amount of stun spells, they were tied up one by one with enchanted ropes.
"Where is Professor McGonagall? Have you seen her?"
Hermione weaved through the crowd, grabbing people one by one and asking them, but they all shook their heads in unison: "We saw the professor ride a dragon into the sky, and then not long after, the dragon was torn apart, she fell down, and disappeared."
Hermione's heart sank, but she still stubbornly weaved through the crowd. Some people around her were busy rescuing the wounded, while others were busy restraining the Death Eaters. Everyone was doing what they could.
But the school's vice principal was nowhere to be seen; he was the one who should have stepped forward to take charge at this crucial moment.
Hermione stood blankly in the open space, just as she had stood on the frozen ground, with her parents lying at her feet, death and cold entwined in a tender embrace.
"Hermione," Sprout's weary voice sounded from behind.
She turned around and saw that the other person didn't look much better. To protect the students, she had shielded them from a large number of curses, some of which were even death curses. Fortunately, she had enough plant seeds. Her plump face was covered in dust: "Dumbledore wants to see you in the headmaster's office."
"Dumbledore? The Headmaster's office?" Hermione was taken aback; it was a place she had never been before.
"The password is 'cockroach pile,' you go by yourself. Poppy's going to be overwhelmed." Sprout said, then mustered his spirits and went to find the nearly frantic Mrs. Pomfrey.