Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

The battle started like this. Professor McGonagall faced the running Nundu without any hesitation. Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout led the remaining five-legged monsters, giant monsters, and the Death Eaters who quickened their pace.

"How did they get so many of them?"Hagrid's voice was particularly loud.

He waved the wand in his hand awkwardly.

Everyone looked very serious.

The magic resistance of the five-legged monsters and giant monsters was too high.

They didn't even react to an ordinary stun spell.

The Death Eaters hid behind them.

While ensuring a certain distance between them and the giant monsters, they would occasionally pop out from behind the giant monsters and cast a few evil spells on Professor Sprout and others.

This scene can be regarded as a coordinated battle between infantry and tanks in the magic world. Professor Flitwick urgently commanded the few people to defend and counterattack. Everyone was assigned very heavy combat tasks. Everyone's spirits were tense. They carefully dealt with the fast-moving giant monsters and the dozen or so black-robed men behind them. No one noticed Hogg Hector moved quickly under the shadow of the Castle of Woz - at least he thought so.

The battle situation was already very clear - the Nangdu Leopard's ability to move was very quickly restricted by the swamp created by Professor McGonagall.

The Nangdu Leopard stared at Professor McGonagall with its hateful green pupils.

Now it could only roar in a low voice while struggling painfully in the swamp.

As for the five-legged monster, although it is a magical creature with wisdom, the brain of the five-legged monster is obviously not so smart.

It unwisely chose the most difficult one among the large group of people in front of it - Professor Flitwick.

Professor

Flitwick seemed to be calm in dealing with the five-legged monster.

After all, this guy's attack method is too simple.

Fighting with it is very boring.

The five-legged monster relies on its thick skin, strong resistance to blows and durability.

With an unremitting spirit, he stared at Professor Flitwick.

Flitwick could not subdue it for a while.

All he could do was to restrict the movement of the five-legged monster as much as possible.

Of course, Flitwick also tried the swamp method, but the five-legged monster was not like the Nectarine that could be trapped in the quagmire.

It seemed to be accustomed to this muddy environment.

Flitwick's swamp did not trap it, but made it feel as comfortable as returning home.

Looking at the five-legged monster that was gaining more power in the swamp, Flitwick could only withdraw his Transfiguration and think of other ways to deal with this slippery guy.

Fortunately, the five-legged monster was very focused.

It just bit Professor Flitwick with all its heart.

As for the others, the five-legged monster would at most take a few steps as a feint when they approached, and then continue to rush towards the constantly adjusting Flitwick changed positions.

In addition to the slowly running trolls, there were the sneaky Death Eaters wearing masks. Their mission was to make as much noise as possible, the bigger the better, so that they could buy more time for their master. However, except for the two fanatics who rushed to the front and jumped with their teeth and claws bared, the rest were just paddling silently.

Most of the Death Eaters present thought that if the Dark Lord could be resurrected in Hogwarts today, with only a few cats and cats left in the castle and those little wizards who were not considered a resistance force, wouldn't Hogwarts fall directly? Since even the castle would soon be named Voldemort instead of Dun, then these people in front of them were just paper tigers.

Wouldn't it be easy for the powerful Lord Voldemort to deal with them? So there was no need to exert too much effort, just to ensure that these people stayed on the battlefield.

How could they fight desperately? How could they enjoy the fruits of victory if they fought desperately? Therefore, these guys' attacks can be regarded as really unexpected and difficult to guard against.

Hector's target is these guys, who are neither as difficult to deal with as the five-legged monster nor as unreasonable as the fanatics. Hector thinks that those who can slack off in this scene will not be so difficult to deal with - at least they will not use the self-destruction style of attack.

The problem of insufficient manpower soon manifested itself.

Professor Flitwick was tormented by the five-legged monster and lost his temper.

He really couldn't spare any effort.

The progress on Professor McGonagall's side was relatively smooth, but the power of the Nangdu Panther was more than its attack attribute.

It was far from enough to restrict it.

After Professor Flitwick was taken away by the five-legged monster, it was too much for Professor Sprout to take the remaining two and a half wizards to deal with the attacks one after another - the group of Death Eaters saw an opportunity and immediately gave up slacking off.

They rushed to launch a fierce attack, hoping to make some achievements.

Fortunately, the quality of this batch of Death Eaters was not very bad, and even casting a curse looked a bit lame.

But it makes sense.

The good quality ones were either lost in the First Wizarding War or are in Azkaban.

If the rotten fish that escaped can create a big wave, they will not be rotten fish anymore.

"Minerva, we need help here!" Professor Flitwick was not only dealing with the five-legged monsters now. Two Death Eaters in black robes added fuel to the fire and joined the battle. Although their curses were too unfamiliar and the threat was not too great, they were used too frequently. All Flitwick could do was block and dodge, and then fight back in the few opportunities. As for lending a hand to Sprout, he said he really couldn't do it.

"Did Albus only arrange Emmeline and Molly?"

Emmeline and Molly's faces darkened obviously, but they didn't say anything.

Professor Sprout dealt with the remaining Death Eaters wholeheartedly, and the two of them concentrated on dealing with the trolls walking in front.

It is not difficult to deal with trolls.

Simple Transfiguration Spells and strong enough Stunning Spells can work.

Even Levitation Spells can subdue them.

However, this is based on dealing with trolls only.

If there are wizards who go against you, the only way to subdue the trolls is to use a strong Stunning Spell - this is how river trolls are subdued, but tall mountain trolls are much more difficult to deal with.

"If only there were the two of them, it would be fine," Professor McGonagall said in a bad tone. She looked at the Nangdu leopard that was emitting black smoke. In the swamp, although the movement of the Nangdu leopard was very difficult, it did not affect its breathing. The air that the Nangdu leopard breathed was highly toxic, and the air it breathed turned into black smoke.

Although Professor McGonagall knocked it unconscious, coma did not affect its breathing.

The killing curse could solve the problem once and for all, and Professor McGonagall also used it, and the situation became worse - originally it was only from the mouth.

Black gas was gushing out of the Nangdu Leopard, and now the Nangdu Leopard's body was also beginning to emit black smoke.

Professor McGonagall's face was full of helplessness.

It was very rare that the Transfiguration spell didn't work.

Even though the Nangdu Leopard was turned into a stone, the stone was emitting black gas in an extremely exaggerated way.

Professor McGonagall had thought about lighting the Nangdu Leopard, but the blazing flames had no effect on it.

Of course, raging fire would work, but Professor McGonagall would certainly not use it here in Hogwarts - she was going to move the Nangdu Leopard that had turned into stone away, but in this case, Professor McGonagall would not be able to help much.

"What do you mean by hope only has the two of them?" Professor Flitwick was puzzled. He asked doubtfully, and then he heard a familiar voice.

"Lumos!"

Professor Flitwick knew of only one person who could use this spell as a means of attack.