Chapter 412 The Battle of Hogwarts
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 412 The Battle of Hogwarts
"Call God Guard!"
"Call God Guard!"
Professor McGonagall waved his wand, pointed at the dementors rushing towards the little wizard in the corridor opposite, and sent out his patron saint [Silver Cat] to drive out these terrifying monsters.
"What's going on? Who can tell me what's going on?"
She loudly asked the little wizards who were sitting paralyzed on the ground and could only scream loudly.
talking--
Outside the window, the dragon flapped its wings and swooped past, a flame shot straight into the sky——
Professor McGonagall could see it clearly.
unbelievable!
After Professor McGonagall had dealt with the parents' complaints about Professor Lupine, she rushed to the Ministry of Magic to file with the Werewolf Special Operations Department. As the vice-principal of Hogwarts, she came to prove to Professor Lupine that he did not harm any of the students in Hogwarts.
She had just returned from the fireplace in Professor Dumbledore's office.
After going down the stairs, I found such an outrageous thing.
It's not over!
Since McGuffin Albert came to this school, couldn't he finish a semester peacefully and normally?
Professor McGonagall appeared to be calm on the surface, but in reality he was panicked.
I thought the situation last year was bad enough, but I didn't expect...
And even though she has been a professor for many years, she has never seen such a situation.
——Dragon vs. Dementors.
Not in general, that giant monster...is the work of a dark wizard who brought all the dementors together after some kind of dark magic ritual.
Seeing the giant dementor constantly split into dementors of different sizes and shapes during the fire dragon fight, Professor McGonagall quickly came to his conclusion.
"Professor McGonagall!"
A large group of people came running from the corner of the corridor.
Penello led Neville Longbottom, and a string of Ravenclaws, Gryffindor students, to her.
"Professor McGonagall!"
"It's me... Minerva! Do you know what's going on? Where the hell is Headmaster Dumbledore? And Minister Fudge, I know he's there too..."
A shrill voice came from the crowd.
Professor McGonagall struggled to find Professor Flitwick who was squeezed out of the crowd.
(This is not easy. The earth-shattering monster battle has been going on in mid-air outside the castle for a long time. The little wizards obviously know that the higher the castle floor is, the less safe it is, and they are rushing towards the spiral staircase. In this situation, few people can see Professor Flitwick.)
They rumbled past Professor McGonagall and ran towards the spiral staircase.
However, when Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, and Penelope stood in place without saying a few words, the large group of little wizards ran back yelling, and behind them was a large group of small dementors the size of house elves chasing them (of course there were also normal-sized or slightly larger dementors).
These monsters are floating and hovering above the corridor,
With the intrusion of these dementors of different sizes, thick fog rolled in the opposite corridor, pushing across from there like a wall, drowning some little wizards who were so frightened that they could only scream again and again.
The dementors roared and charged,
The temperature in the corridor dropped a lot,
Penello and the others felt like they were in an ice cellar between their breaths, full of cold air and white mist.
Professor McGonagall and the others didn't bother to discuss what was going on.
She and Professor Flitwick immediately arranged for the prefects to protect the little wizard, while she swung her wand and brought their respective patron saints to repel the monsters.
The corridor was full of commotion. Driven by their survival instincts, hundreds of little wizards gathered in this corridor. They tremblingly watched the dementors repeatedly attacking them, and watched the two patron saints glowing with silver light, and then completely dispelled the thick fog.
The three fire dragons outside were still fighting to the death with the aggregate of the dementor, but it was obvious that the dementor had the upper hand, and it could even split into a large number of small dementors, which shuttled around the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, absorbing the happy emotions of the little wizards.
Use this as a food source to supply the main body, and maintain the existence of the giant body outside.
But this monster clearly underestimated Hogwarts.
Even when Dumbledore and the Aurors weren't there, and the professors and seniors were scattered throughout the castle, there were other neglected 'people' who made Hogwarts their home.
Sir Nick, Bloody Barrow, Fat Friar Ghost... even Peeves and crybaby Myrtle are in action.
That is, relying on their guidance, the crying little wizard can find a correct path out of the fog and gather with Professor McGonagall and the others.
And even Peeves tried to throw some water balloons, vases at these 'dementors', shouting and making noises to attract the attention of these monsters,
But these dementors are not the usual Azikaban guards.
They are now incorporeal.
Even if something hits it, it will only temporarily turn into a cloud of black smoke, and then the body and the black robe will re-merge and return to their original state.
Occasionally, a bold ghost rammed directly with its own body, but both of them froze in place at the same time, and would return to their original state after a while.
It is painful to do so, even for ghosts.
This can be seen a little bit from the fact that Sir Nick has always maintained his leading style.
In addition, there are armored squads patrolling each floor. Although their hard spears and iron axes are not very useful against these shapeless monsters, they can only slightly break up the shapes of those dementors, but at least like ghosts, they can delay the time for the little wizard to escape from the hands of the dementors.
Occasional house-elves can also use their magic to bring a handful of young wizards to safety.
This is why after such a long time, most of the little wizards are still safe and sound. (Of course, there are some brain-deficient ones who just rolled down the corridor and broke their own legs, so that’s not included.)
"Call God Guard!"
"Collect your happiest memories... the happiest emotions... memories... on that happy feeling surging in your heart...then cast a spell..."
Professor McGonagall had to teach students of all grades on the spot, so that they at least had a means of protecting themselves.
But most people can only spray a wisp of silvery white mist from the tip of the wand, which slightly stops the smallest dementors (miniature dementors the size of Irish leprechauns)
But this at least gave them a little more courage, and they were able to move their feet.
Having said that, more and more students gathered in this corridor, and almost all the little wizards in the lower corridor above seemed to come to Professor McGonagall and them.
——It would be a lot of fun if the dragon really spit a fireball here.
The hallway was packed to the brim, the crowd pushing their way to the new elevator on the winding staircase.
Fortunately, it was a magic elevator, and it seemed that the [No Trace Space Curse] had been cast inside it, which could hold all the little wizards and professors in it at once.
Professor McGonagall and the others stood at the door of the elevator, blasting the dementors back time and time again, but these monsters lost their previous fear of the patron saint. Although the black smoke on their bodies kept drifting and fading, their size was shrinking and shrinking with each attack.
But still desperately, wave after wave brought those thick fog tides up.
Under the command of the prefects, as long as they can walk, everyone is trying their best to squeeze into the elevator. (There are already quite a few little wizards who were squeezed out of the ground, floated out of thin air, and were dragged into the elevator. They screamed piercingly because of fear)
When the elevator started and all the little wizards were inside, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick could finally catch their breath.
"Prefects... Prefects of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, count the number of students in your respective houses and see who is missing?"
Professor Flitwick screamed loudly, suppressing the noise in the elevator.
He clicked with his wand, a green light button on the elevator door, and the space inside the elevator doubled in size, almost as big as the restaurant on the first floor.
After the little wizards settled down, they walked around, and began to organize and count the number of people under the urging of Penelope.
After excluding some little wizards who went outside for a 'walk and play' because they were going on vacation, Professor McGonagall learned from Penello about a dozen little wizards whose whereabouts were unknown (students other than Slytherin and Hufflepuff).
"Harry... MacGuffin, Hermione Ron... and the twins, are they missing?"
Professor McGonagall felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
Originally, the appearance of the dementors represented those rumors that the Death Eaters wanted to attack Hogwarts some time ago. It is very likely that they are true.
And the two troublemakers from the Weasley family also disappeared...
Not to mention MacGuffin Albert!
That rascal!
Thinking of what he and Harry had done last semester, she was blinded and almost fainted.
She hastily confirmed with Professor Flitwick again and again...
— still missing!
"Has anyone seen Harry and the others? Has anyone seen them?"
Professor McGonagall hurriedly asked all the students loudly.
Neville said timidly, "I ran into Hermione and the others on the fourth floor some time ago...it looks like they are in a hurry to go somewhere!"
After learning that Harry was missing, the little wizards gathered in the elevator into small groups and discussed in low voices.
After that, Professor McGonagall had to send the little wizards to several classrooms in the underground passage with Professor Flitwick first. Judging from the scene of the fire dragon and the dementor fighting, even the restaurant is not safe.
She asked Professor Sprout and other faculty members to take care of the little wizards, and she and Professor Flitwick went to the library to find Professor Dumbledore and them according to Penello.
Unexpectedly, when he got there, Professor McGonagall discovered that Mrs. Pince and Mrs. Pomfrey were taking care of several seriously injured Aurors, a certain unlucky Turkish dragon trainer (who was thrown from the fire dragon, and his entire right foot was completely broken in two, and the ankle was almost turned at a right angle of [-] degrees)... There are also several little wizards who were burned by flames and attacked by dementors.
The infirmary is also close to the 'battlefield', and it's not very safe now, so Madam Pomfrey simply transferred Aurors to Madam Pince when they came there for help.
They are now waiting together for Percy and Professor Trelawney, and Professor Dumbledore and Minister Fudge to come out.
……
"Hurry up! Are you so slow and irrelevant? The news won't come by itself"
Rita Skeeter approached the [Honey Dukes] storefront step by step, looking at the scene of the ruins, she was very excited.
She was wearing a burnt yellow robe today, she looked like a ridiculously bloated banana that had been out of date for a long time, but she obviously didn't think so.
"Come closer, come closer! What are you afraid of!"
The guy turned and said unceremoniously to a portly photographer with a camera.
"But...but those are Death Eaters! Those guys...one sentence may anger them, and they will torture you if they don't like you, and they will kill you...Any wizard who is not a pure blood is afraid of them... Even the pure blood...Look at the Longbottoms, don't they still live in St. Mungo's now? Can I not be afraid?"
The photographer held the camera in one hand and held his wand in the other, looking nervously at the broken storefront. He swallowed, and then retorted, "Rita, those wizards like Dumbledore and Fudge are not the ones you usually interview... You don't understand what Death Eaters mean? They kill people at will. Many reporters of the "Daily Prophet" were threatened many times more than ten years ago and directly resigned. The Ministry has yet to find a trace of them...or bodies."
As he spoke, his face turned pale and he realized, "You don't want to interview those Death Eaters, do you?"
"No, no... forgive me for not accompanying me!"
Only then did the photographer remember Rita Skeeter's usual style and personality in the newspaper office, and immediately turned around and prepared to leave here.
Rita Skeeter's face darkened, she put her right hand with five fingers full of dazzling pink long nails on the photographer's left shoulder, firmly pressed the fat man of unknown tonnage, and said in a bad tone: "Where are you running?"
"All the employees of the Ministry of Magic have been given a password ban by Fudge... That guy seems to be playing for real this time. Any employee who leaks his words will be directly traced back to his illegal and criminal behavior according to the [Ministry of Magic Work and Duty Regulations]. Now he has not admitted that he is willing to talk to us. We have not had a good report for half a month, right?"
"What's more, wasn't your salary last month pitifully low? I heard that you just bought a seaside wizarding villa in Ottery-St. Catchpole on the south coast?"
"Bozo!" Rita Skeeter called out the photographer's name, then threatened.
"Have you settled your Gringotts mortgage this month? In the near future, your children's books and miscellaneous expenses when they go to Hogwarts, the wand expenses...the decoration expenses of your wife's magical kitchen..."
"Don't talk, don't talk!"
(End of this chapter)
"Call God Guard!"
"Call God Guard!"
Professor McGonagall waved his wand, pointed at the dementors rushing towards the little wizard in the corridor opposite, and sent out his patron saint [Silver Cat] to drive out these terrifying monsters.
"What's going on? Who can tell me what's going on?"
She loudly asked the little wizards who were sitting paralyzed on the ground and could only scream loudly.
talking--
Outside the window, the dragon flapped its wings and swooped past, a flame shot straight into the sky——
Professor McGonagall could see it clearly.
unbelievable!
After Professor McGonagall had dealt with the parents' complaints about Professor Lupine, she rushed to the Ministry of Magic to file with the Werewolf Special Operations Department. As the vice-principal of Hogwarts, she came to prove to Professor Lupine that he did not harm any of the students in Hogwarts.
She had just returned from the fireplace in Professor Dumbledore's office.
After going down the stairs, I found such an outrageous thing.
It's not over!
Since McGuffin Albert came to this school, couldn't he finish a semester peacefully and normally?
Professor McGonagall appeared to be calm on the surface, but in reality he was panicked.
I thought the situation last year was bad enough, but I didn't expect...
And even though she has been a professor for many years, she has never seen such a situation.
——Dragon vs. Dementors.
Not in general, that giant monster...is the work of a dark wizard who brought all the dementors together after some kind of dark magic ritual.
Seeing the giant dementor constantly split into dementors of different sizes and shapes during the fire dragon fight, Professor McGonagall quickly came to his conclusion.
"Professor McGonagall!"
A large group of people came running from the corner of the corridor.
Penello led Neville Longbottom, and a string of Ravenclaws, Gryffindor students, to her.
"Professor McGonagall!"
"It's me... Minerva! Do you know what's going on? Where the hell is Headmaster Dumbledore? And Minister Fudge, I know he's there too..."
A shrill voice came from the crowd.
Professor McGonagall struggled to find Professor Flitwick who was squeezed out of the crowd.
(This is not easy. The earth-shattering monster battle has been going on in mid-air outside the castle for a long time. The little wizards obviously know that the higher the castle floor is, the less safe it is, and they are rushing towards the spiral staircase. In this situation, few people can see Professor Flitwick.)
They rumbled past Professor McGonagall and ran towards the spiral staircase.
However, when Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, and Penelope stood in place without saying a few words, the large group of little wizards ran back yelling, and behind them was a large group of small dementors the size of house elves chasing them (of course there were also normal-sized or slightly larger dementors).
These monsters are floating and hovering above the corridor,
With the intrusion of these dementors of different sizes, thick fog rolled in the opposite corridor, pushing across from there like a wall, drowning some little wizards who were so frightened that they could only scream again and again.
The dementors roared and charged,
The temperature in the corridor dropped a lot,
Penello and the others felt like they were in an ice cellar between their breaths, full of cold air and white mist.
Professor McGonagall and the others didn't bother to discuss what was going on.
She and Professor Flitwick immediately arranged for the prefects to protect the little wizard, while she swung her wand and brought their respective patron saints to repel the monsters.
The corridor was full of commotion. Driven by their survival instincts, hundreds of little wizards gathered in this corridor. They tremblingly watched the dementors repeatedly attacking them, and watched the two patron saints glowing with silver light, and then completely dispelled the thick fog.
The three fire dragons outside were still fighting to the death with the aggregate of the dementor, but it was obvious that the dementor had the upper hand, and it could even split into a large number of small dementors, which shuttled around the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, absorbing the happy emotions of the little wizards.
Use this as a food source to supply the main body, and maintain the existence of the giant body outside.
But this monster clearly underestimated Hogwarts.
Even when Dumbledore and the Aurors weren't there, and the professors and seniors were scattered throughout the castle, there were other neglected 'people' who made Hogwarts their home.
Sir Nick, Bloody Barrow, Fat Friar Ghost... even Peeves and crybaby Myrtle are in action.
That is, relying on their guidance, the crying little wizard can find a correct path out of the fog and gather with Professor McGonagall and the others.
And even Peeves tried to throw some water balloons, vases at these 'dementors', shouting and making noises to attract the attention of these monsters,
But these dementors are not the usual Azikaban guards.
They are now incorporeal.
Even if something hits it, it will only temporarily turn into a cloud of black smoke, and then the body and the black robe will re-merge and return to their original state.
Occasionally, a bold ghost rammed directly with its own body, but both of them froze in place at the same time, and would return to their original state after a while.
It is painful to do so, even for ghosts.
This can be seen a little bit from the fact that Sir Nick has always maintained his leading style.
In addition, there are armored squads patrolling each floor. Although their hard spears and iron axes are not very useful against these shapeless monsters, they can only slightly break up the shapes of those dementors, but at least like ghosts, they can delay the time for the little wizard to escape from the hands of the dementors.
Occasional house-elves can also use their magic to bring a handful of young wizards to safety.
This is why after such a long time, most of the little wizards are still safe and sound. (Of course, there are some brain-deficient ones who just rolled down the corridor and broke their own legs, so that’s not included.)
"Call God Guard!"
"Collect your happiest memories... the happiest emotions... memories... on that happy feeling surging in your heart...then cast a spell..."
Professor McGonagall had to teach students of all grades on the spot, so that they at least had a means of protecting themselves.
But most people can only spray a wisp of silvery white mist from the tip of the wand, which slightly stops the smallest dementors (miniature dementors the size of Irish leprechauns)
But this at least gave them a little more courage, and they were able to move their feet.
Having said that, more and more students gathered in this corridor, and almost all the little wizards in the lower corridor above seemed to come to Professor McGonagall and them.
——It would be a lot of fun if the dragon really spit a fireball here.
The hallway was packed to the brim, the crowd pushing their way to the new elevator on the winding staircase.
Fortunately, it was a magic elevator, and it seemed that the [No Trace Space Curse] had been cast inside it, which could hold all the little wizards and professors in it at once.
Professor McGonagall and the others stood at the door of the elevator, blasting the dementors back time and time again, but these monsters lost their previous fear of the patron saint. Although the black smoke on their bodies kept drifting and fading, their size was shrinking and shrinking with each attack.
But still desperately, wave after wave brought those thick fog tides up.
Under the command of the prefects, as long as they can walk, everyone is trying their best to squeeze into the elevator. (There are already quite a few little wizards who were squeezed out of the ground, floated out of thin air, and were dragged into the elevator. They screamed piercingly because of fear)
When the elevator started and all the little wizards were inside, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick could finally catch their breath.
"Prefects... Prefects of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, count the number of students in your respective houses and see who is missing?"
Professor Flitwick screamed loudly, suppressing the noise in the elevator.
He clicked with his wand, a green light button on the elevator door, and the space inside the elevator doubled in size, almost as big as the restaurant on the first floor.
After the little wizards settled down, they walked around, and began to organize and count the number of people under the urging of Penelope.
After excluding some little wizards who went outside for a 'walk and play' because they were going on vacation, Professor McGonagall learned from Penello about a dozen little wizards whose whereabouts were unknown (students other than Slytherin and Hufflepuff).
"Harry... MacGuffin, Hermione Ron... and the twins, are they missing?"
Professor McGonagall felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
Originally, the appearance of the dementors represented those rumors that the Death Eaters wanted to attack Hogwarts some time ago. It is very likely that they are true.
And the two troublemakers from the Weasley family also disappeared...
Not to mention MacGuffin Albert!
That rascal!
Thinking of what he and Harry had done last semester, she was blinded and almost fainted.
She hastily confirmed with Professor Flitwick again and again...
— still missing!
"Has anyone seen Harry and the others? Has anyone seen them?"
Professor McGonagall hurriedly asked all the students loudly.
Neville said timidly, "I ran into Hermione and the others on the fourth floor some time ago...it looks like they are in a hurry to go somewhere!"
After learning that Harry was missing, the little wizards gathered in the elevator into small groups and discussed in low voices.
After that, Professor McGonagall had to send the little wizards to several classrooms in the underground passage with Professor Flitwick first. Judging from the scene of the fire dragon and the dementor fighting, even the restaurant is not safe.
She asked Professor Sprout and other faculty members to take care of the little wizards, and she and Professor Flitwick went to the library to find Professor Dumbledore and them according to Penello.
Unexpectedly, when he got there, Professor McGonagall discovered that Mrs. Pince and Mrs. Pomfrey were taking care of several seriously injured Aurors, a certain unlucky Turkish dragon trainer (who was thrown from the fire dragon, and his entire right foot was completely broken in two, and the ankle was almost turned at a right angle of [-] degrees)... There are also several little wizards who were burned by flames and attacked by dementors.
The infirmary is also close to the 'battlefield', and it's not very safe now, so Madam Pomfrey simply transferred Aurors to Madam Pince when they came there for help.
They are now waiting together for Percy and Professor Trelawney, and Professor Dumbledore and Minister Fudge to come out.
……
"Hurry up! Are you so slow and irrelevant? The news won't come by itself"
Rita Skeeter approached the [Honey Dukes] storefront step by step, looking at the scene of the ruins, she was very excited.
She was wearing a burnt yellow robe today, she looked like a ridiculously bloated banana that had been out of date for a long time, but she obviously didn't think so.
"Come closer, come closer! What are you afraid of!"
The guy turned and said unceremoniously to a portly photographer with a camera.
"But...but those are Death Eaters! Those guys...one sentence may anger them, and they will torture you if they don't like you, and they will kill you...Any wizard who is not a pure blood is afraid of them... Even the pure blood...Look at the Longbottoms, don't they still live in St. Mungo's now? Can I not be afraid?"
The photographer held the camera in one hand and held his wand in the other, looking nervously at the broken storefront. He swallowed, and then retorted, "Rita, those wizards like Dumbledore and Fudge are not the ones you usually interview... You don't understand what Death Eaters mean? They kill people at will. Many reporters of the "Daily Prophet" were threatened many times more than ten years ago and directly resigned. The Ministry has yet to find a trace of them...or bodies."
As he spoke, his face turned pale and he realized, "You don't want to interview those Death Eaters, do you?"
"No, no... forgive me for not accompanying me!"
Only then did the photographer remember Rita Skeeter's usual style and personality in the newspaper office, and immediately turned around and prepared to leave here.
Rita Skeeter's face darkened, she put her right hand with five fingers full of dazzling pink long nails on the photographer's left shoulder, firmly pressed the fat man of unknown tonnage, and said in a bad tone: "Where are you running?"
"All the employees of the Ministry of Magic have been given a password ban by Fudge... That guy seems to be playing for real this time. Any employee who leaks his words will be directly traced back to his illegal and criminal behavior according to the [Ministry of Magic Work and Duty Regulations]. Now he has not admitted that he is willing to talk to us. We have not had a good report for half a month, right?"
"What's more, wasn't your salary last month pitifully low? I heard that you just bought a seaside wizarding villa in Ottery-St. Catchpole on the south coast?"
"Bozo!" Rita Skeeter called out the photographer's name, then threatened.
"Have you settled your Gringotts mortgage this month? In the near future, your children's books and miscellaneous expenses when they go to Hogwarts, the wand expenses...the decoration expenses of your wife's magical kitchen..."
"Don't talk, don't talk!"
(End of this chapter)
