My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

Kingsley Shacklebolt, a tall, bald black wizard, was fighting two Death Eaters at the same time. Since being used as a negative propaganda in the World Cup, he has worked hard on magic duels, and now he seems to be able to fight with less and more with ease. His wand was swung as fast as a whirlwind, spells bursting from his lips, forcing his opponents to retreat.

Alastor Moody was standing halfway up the stone steps. He was not wearing an Auror uniform, but he was still firing spells at the Death Eaters bravely.

He had just knocked down a Death Eater, but due to a moment of negligence, he tripped over his own lame leg and lost his balance. However, this unexpected fall allowed him to just avoid the [Disarming Curse] shot at him by a Death Eater from behind. He quickly stood up and continued to engage in the fierce battle.

Ginny used a protective magic to constantly resist the spells that flew in from time to time, covering Neville and Colin as they retreated outside the high platform. They took advantage of the many passages on the circular parapet under the steps, got into one of them, and hid.

She always remembered Levin's repeated reminders before and did not participate in the battle. However, their curiosity could not be suppressed, and from time to time they exposed half of their heads to watch the fierce battle on the arch.

At this time, Ronald and Lupine were fighting side by side on the high platform, protecting the prophecy ball. Although they had a brief dispute, they soon put the conflict behind them and faced the oncoming Death Eaters together. Although Ronald seemed to be in danger, he relied on simple spells and agility to fight the opponent equally well. He was even able to help Lupin at a critical moment, showing great fighting skills.

Harry eagerly wanted to step forward to help, but was tightly entangled by a Death Eater. He dodged left and right, and was overwhelmed by the opponent's ferocious attacks - however, that was all.

Obviously, my father had obeyed Voldemort's orders and had never placed a curse on his life.

"Stay away from my child!" Sirius roared angrily and rushed over quickly, protecting Harry behind him.

He used the [Iron Armor Curse] to skillfully deflect the spells that the opponent continued to fire. Then, his wand flew up and down like a sharp sword, and colorful spells shot out from the tip of the wand, attacking the Death Eaters fiercely. go. The opponent was waving his wand desperately, trying to resist the flood of attacks.

Harry stood behind Sirius on the left. He seized a fleeting opportunity and shouted loudly: "[Everyone is petrified]!"

The Death Eater's limbs instantly stiffened, and his legs and arms were tightly stuck together. He fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang". His mask then shattered, revealing a twisted long face.

Harry was slightly startled, then compared it with the wanted notice in the Daily Prophet in his memory, and realized that this person turned out to be Antonin Dolohov.

"Well done, James!" Sirius shouted excitedly, as if he had returned to the days full of laughter and fighting.

He turned to face another Death Eater, apparently unaware that he had mistaken his godson for his father, James Potter. In this brief moment, his face was filled with joy, as if he was reliving those beautiful memories.

The battle inside and outside the room was in full swing, and the wands of both combatants were dancing so hard that the shadows could barely be seen. The members of the Order of the Phoenix worked closely with the Aurors, working together internally and externally to resist the fierce attack of the Death Eaters.

Although the Death Eaters had a large number and had an advantage, they obviously could not defeat the Order of the Phoenix and take away the prophecy ball in a short time - not to mention, other Ao on duty began to arrive at the scene one after another and joined the fierce battle. .

Bellatrix waved her wand wildly, as if mad. She successfully deflected the arc of flames fired at her by McGonagall, but failed to prevent the transfiguration spell that Head Gryffindor had secretly cast earlier.

The masonry on the ground instantly turned into sharp thorns under the influence of the transfiguration spell, which injured Bellatrix's calf skin.

She howled in pain, jumped in the opposite direction of McGonagall, and ripped off the Death Eater's uniform robe. The cruel yet somewhat sexy black mixed-match women's clothing underneath was revealed - although the years in Azkaban were cruel, they also left a unique mark on her body, making her beauty more unique and profound.

Bellatrix actually had the time to do some exaggerated stretching exercises, moving her hands and feet, with a warm and crazy light flashing on her face, as if she had been completely immersed in this battle. She opened her mutilated mouth and recited the [Death Curse] to McGonagall.

However, as she distanced herself, the green spell was easily dodged by Minerva McGonagall.

"Is this all you have, Bellatrix?" McGonagall mocked coldly, not daring to relax the wand in his hand.

Bellatrix roared angrily and launched another fierce attack on McGonagall.

"Hmph, after we successfully robbed Azkaban, you didn't think that our Death Eaters only had this many people, did you?" Lucius dragged out his arrogant tail and announced loudly to everyone in the venue that his black bottom The silver-patterned mask looked particularly eerie in the dim light. He lightly pressed the Dark Mark on his arm, and as black smoke rose up, more and more Death Eaters appeared in the room through apparation - obviously, they still had some resources left to deal with the current situation. Ten huge reserve teams.

Upon seeing this, Kingsley Shacklebolt immediately shouted: "Everyone, be careful and gather on the high platform!" He and Moody cast a large area of ​​[Iron Armor Curse] almost at the same time, building a strong protective screen for everyone (cgdi) barrier. The crowd quickly moved towards the high platform and gathered tightly into a circle, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.

Moody's magic eyes moved crazily as he searched for Lupin and Minerva in the crowd.

"Remus John, Minerva, take the children and the prophecy ball and get out of here!" he shouted at Lupine.

Lupine looked embarrassed. He understood Moody's intention - they wanted to buy time for the young wizards to use [Apparition] to leave, while he and Minerva wanted to stay to fight off the wolf-like group of Death Eaters.

"What about you? Moody, are you going too?" Lupine couldn't help but ask.

"Stop talking nonsense, Black! You come too!" Moody turned his head, staring at Sirius with his magic eyes, and his voice was stern and firm, as if he was commanding the arrogance of his ten subordinates.

However, Sirius seemed not to hear Moody's words. He just stared at Harry affectionately, gently pressed his shoulder and said softly: "Listen to me, Harry, now I want you and your friends to leave here. Protection." It’s a good prediction ball, but you must protect yourself.”

Harry turned pale and shook his head desperately, "No! I want to stay with you!"

His voice was full of determination and determination. He understood that Sirius had no intention of obeying Moody's arrangement and leaving, and he himself was never willing to abandon his friends and mentor to escape alone at this time. This is a battle about honor and faith, and he must fight side by side with Sirius to the end!

Ronald on the high platform said nothing, just stood there, maintaining a rare calmness in the chaos. His eyes were deep and he scanned the entire venue condescendingly. At the same time, his hand reached into his pocket, as if he was preparing something.

Not long after, a dull sound of metal hitting the ground broke the tranquility of the air. The sound was like an ancient war drum, making everyone's heart beat faster.

"What is this sound?" Harry's voice was trembling, and his face turned pale, thinking that there was an unknown ambush on the other side.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix also tensed their nerves and looked around warily. Equally nervous and confused were the Death Eaters, who turned their heads and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

The sound of metal colliding became louder and denser, pouring down like a torrential rain. Immediately afterwards, all the nearby doors opened with a bang, and tall figures filed in one after another. They were two or three meters tall, holding sharp blades, and were tightly wrapped in metal armor, as if they were warriors from ancient legends. There were a dozen or so figures like this. The armor on their bodies shone with a cold light in the dim light, and the sharp blades in their hands shone even more coldly.

"Oh, Merlin! It's those steel golems of Aurors!" A Death Eater suddenly screamed, his voice full of panic.

As soon as the golems entered the house, they charged towards the Death Eaters.

Some Death Eaters who didn't react quickly enough were rushed directly in front of the steel golem. As the golem waved the sharp blade in its hand, their horrified expressions froze on their faces. They struggled slightly and watched helplessly as they were chopped down. Split into two pieces, the body fell heavily to the ground, and the legs were still kicking feebly, as if telling the final despair of life.

The other Death Eaters fled in panic and fired spells to resist. Their footsteps were hurried, and many people quickly jumped up the steps to seek higher shelter.

There were several Death Eaters who had obviously been left with a deep psychological shadow by these steel golems during the siege on World Cup night. At this moment, they rushed directly to the top of the stairs and stood close to the wall, as if this was the only way to feel at ease. Some.

For a time, the whole scene became chaotic. The heavy footsteps of the golems echoed in the empty room like thunder. They waved the swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands, and each swing was accompanied by a whistling sound that broke through the air. The fearful screams of the wizards came one after another, forming a sharp contrast with the movements of the golems. .