Chapter 563 Fighting Side by Side

Harry flew quickly over the battlefield on his broomstick, quickly scanning the surroundings with his sharp eyes.

The chaotic battle was drawing to a close, with most of the Death Eaters either being knocked down or consciously dropping their wands and raising their hands in surrender.

The residents of the new city enthusiastically helped the strikers escort the prisoners, and looked extremely excited, as if this was not a bloody battle but a grand celebration.

Among the prisoners, Harry saw several familiar figures at a glance, the most conspicuous of whom was Karkaroff.

At this moment, he had completely lost the arrogance he had as the headmaster in the past. With his hands raised high and a flattering smile on his face, he kept apologizing to the Aurors and the residents of the new town who were guarding him.

What's even more exaggerated is that he even took the initiative to act as an informant, cooperating with the Aurors to identify the identities of other captives, and his attitude was very positive.

As for the injured people, they were receiving rapid medical treatment from the St. Mungo's team of therapists led by Mia.

Harry continued to look into the distance and soon locked onto the northwest corner of the battlefield which was still filled with smoke.

There were still hundreds of Death Eaters fighting stubbornly there. They were surrounded with no way to retreat, but they still waved their wands desperately and refused to surrender.

Harry soon realized that most of these guys were regular guests on the wanted list. They had already committed numerous crimes, and if they were caught, they would be sentenced to permanent imprisonment in Azkaban. In serious cases, they might even receive the Dementor's Kiss.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, these guys went completely crazy and fired green deadly curses without any scruples.

The Aurors would naturally show no mercy to these guys who resisted stubbornly, and they fought back with thundering means.

Amelia gave decisive orders to ensure that only the most elite forces remained to encircle and suppress these dangerous elements.

Harry looked from afar and found that the main force of this small battlefield included almost all the strong men he was familiar with, Aurors, professors, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and everyone was fighting in his own way.

Among them, although Amelia is a minister, she is no less capable than any warrior at this moment. She wields the magic wand in her hand freely, and every spell is crisp and neat without any delay.

Dawlish was like a fierce lion, knocking down Death Eaters one after another madly and efficiently, while Kingsley was like an elegant warrior, with unrivaled momentum every time he waved his wand.

The professors headed by Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and Professor Newt were extremely domineering, their aura was even more astonishing than that of the Aurors.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front line, commanding a large number of shapeshifters to accurately block every killing curse. She looked at the battlefield with sharp eyes, as if the entire battlefield was under her control.

Professor Flitwick was like the conductor of a band. Every time he raised his wand and swung it, several spells would fall at the same time. His wand hardly stopped for a moment, and colorful beams of light flashed and crisscrossed. The enemy would be knocked down before they could react.

Standing next to him was someone Harry had not expected - Quirrell. He stood guard in front of Flitwick intently, blocking all incoming spells, turning this spell master into a complete magical turret.

Professor Sprout made Harry's jaw drop even more. She kept throwing out biting cabbages, causing them to rush into the Death Eaters like a group of ferocious beasts, specifically biting their legs. Once bitten, it was very difficult to break free, and some people were in so much pain that they couldn't even hold their wands.

Among this group of professors, Harry also saw a fat, walrus-like figure - Horace Slughorn. This potion master in Harry's impression has changed his previous smooth appearance and showed the style of the former Slytherin headmaster.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix, led by Moody, Lupin, Sirius, the Weasleys and Neville's parents, were not to be outdone.

Moody was as ferocious as ever, and every spell he cast hit the vital points. His magic eyes moved quickly, accurately locking onto the enemies hiding in the darkness, and catching out those Death Eaters who tried to launch a sneak attack one by one.

Sirius and someone Harry didn't know worked in pairs, and every time they waved their wands, a Death Eater would fall to the ground.

Lupin and Tonks worked together, and their spells were like a fine net, leaving the Death Eaters who tried to escape nowhere to hide.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood together, and to Harry's surprise, the usually kind and amiable Mrs. Weasley was extremely fierce, much more powerful than most elite Aurors.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Cedric, the Weasley brothers, and the elite students of the Hogwarts Dueling Club were also there. They formed combat teams and efficiently defeated enemies one after another.

The Weasley twins were even more exaggerated. They kept throwing specially made magical fireworks to make the Death Eater team even more chaotic.

Under the siege of such a luxurious lineup, even though these Death Eaters struggled desperately, their numbers were still decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Harry saw it and immediately became anxious.

From the beginning of the battle till now, he hasn't officially taken action yet. If he doesn't hurry up, he might not be able to snatch a single Death Eater!

Thinking of this, he pressed the broom hard and dived towards the chaotic area at an accelerated speed.

However, before he reached the perimeter, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hey, Harry!"

Following the sound, Harry saw a blond boy riding on a broomstick. His eyes lit up and he shouted loudly.

"Draco? Shouldn't you be at home with your mother? Also, the Floo network in New Town is completely closed now. No one is allowed to leave but not come in. How did you get here?"

"I saw my father's heroic figure on the magic TV, so I want to show off my skills and let the wizarding world see what our Malfoy family is like!"

Malfoy raised his lips and revealed a smug smile: "As for the Floo Network, this little problem is not difficult for me! I Apparated to the nearest Muggle village and then rode here on a flying broom. Fortunately, the Firebolt is fast enough, otherwise I would not be able to catch up with this event."

"Well done, we can fight side by side again!" Harry couldn't help laughing. He looked at the battlefield again, his eyes sharpened. "It just so happens that we can use the mobility of the flying broom to suppress the enemy from the air, just according to the tactics we practiced when preparing for the war tournament."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, raised his wand, and an excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Let's go together!"

The two looked at each other, and swooped down almost at the same time, with their wands pointing towards the battlefield.

"Except your weapons!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"