A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 163: Battle
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The solid wood door of the auditorium was blown into countless pieces, and in the smoke and dust, red beams like laser beams swept across the entire room.
Felix picked up a spell that was the Stunning Spell.
"What a weak magic." He was surprised.
But in the next second, a red light beam came straight towards him, hit the invisible barrier, and let out a low roar.
Felix hooked the corner of his mouth, "This is what it looks like."
He pulled Professor Bubaji up, and she frantically brushed away the **** hair in front of her, "What's the matter, what's the matter? What happened?"
Felix didn't respond to her, the dual effects of the super sense spell and memory acceleration slowed down everything around him.
Bubbaji's question seemed to draw a long tone, and the arc of the galloping spell was also slightly slow.
When more than a dozen spells struck, he had already prepared the Iron Armor Curse to block them out.
"Chick!"
With a soft sound, Felix used Apparition to bring Professor Bubaji to the seventh floor of the hotel, "Professor Bubaji, I have checked before, and there is no one living on the sixth and seventh floors, so it cannot be the attacker's." Target, you can find a room to hide."
He confirmed this. Before that, Celeste and the vicissitudes-faced wizard were just looking for a secluded place to talk about private topics.
"Okay, okay." Bubaji swallowed nervously, the scene just now was so exciting, she had never seen so many spells appearing in front of her eyes at the same time in her life.
Felix's words of advice to her before flashed through her mind one by one.
Felix's body twisted and disappeared, leaving a trail of black smoke in place. The next moment, he walked out of the air in the auditorium and appeared in front of the railing on the second floor of the auditorium.
After tilting his head to avoid a red arrow that missed, he stood on a high place and looked down.
The room has become dilapidated, the door is blown open, the tables and chairs are falling apart, and there are scorched marks everywhere. The incident happened suddenly, and more than half of the Muggle research experts fell to the ground, but judging from their state, they were at most in a coma.
'Heh, will this group of attackers show mercy? ’
His eyes quickly swept across the audience, and his brain was running at high speed, taking all the details in the room under control.
This is the initial requirement for instant kill tactics, read the battlefield to get useful information.
Warring parties, one side is divided into three camps: Celeste and the man with a vicissitudes of life hide behind the podium, they belong to the Magic Congress of America camp;
Maxwell and two strange young Aurors are hiding next to the stone pillar, they should be guards assigned by the French Ministry of Magic;
A dozen or so Muggle experts from different countries were left scattered around, barely protecting themselves.
On the other side are the attackers, who uniformly wear black robes decorated with white stars and masks. There are twenty-seven people, and they are still pouring in continuously.
"Noel Celeste! Come out!"
Some of the attackers yelled, and as they spoke, the windows of the auditorium on the fourth floor exploded, and seven or eight wizards in black robes riding brooms broke in. They hovered above the ceiling, swooping down and casting spells one after another.
Felix directly swung his staff and knocked down the two wizards who were casting a spell on him, scaring the others away.
Celeste hid behind the podium, she was angry like a lion: "It was abolished in 1965!"
"Do you know what you have done? Fight against the Magic Congress!"
She seemed to be explaining something, but this aroused the other party's anger instead.
"Liar!"
"This is cheating!"
These attackers had a clear division of labor, and they were divided into four teams: front, back, left, and right. In each team, someone was in charge of attacking, while someone was in charge of defense. They covered each other and advanced layer by layer, occupying most of the auditorium, almost cornering the Ministry of Magic.
What's even more frightening is that black-robed wizards keep pouring into the room, and the number of enemies seems endless, which makes Maxwell despair.
There were only five people in the last attack, maybe it was ten times more this time?
The French Ministry of Magic is already cautious enough. It has mobilized a total of twelve Aurors to form two combat teams, and it is enough to sweep a black market. But this time they lost too badly, seven of them were knocked down in one face-to-face.
There is only one reason and that is that there are too many people on the opposite side! There are spells in all directions, and there is no room for dodge at all.
Gritting his teeth, Maxwell glanced at the comrades around him, counting him, there were only three, and the remaining nine had already fallen into the opponent's hands.
He can only pray that the Ministry will find out the abnormality as soon as possible and send support.
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Felix is a little confused. The attacker's goal is very simple, that is, Noel Celeste, and Celeste seems to know that their target is himself, and even who they are.
Because she said to Maxwell across two stone pillars: "Don't use lethal spells!"
But the battlefield is not something she can control, and it is not a good idea to be merciful in a battle. A red light hit Maxwell, making his body stiff, and then seven or eight red lights followed.
In his stunned expression, the spell threw him out of the way, and slammed heavily on the pillar behind him.
"Maxwell!"
A young Auror's eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth and cast a black spell. The black mist condensed a sharp dagger in mid-air, and pierced into the chest of an attacker on the opposite side in an unstoppable posture. A large amount of blood splashed out of his chest instantly.
"Bethany!" A mournful voice came from the other side, and then their spells became fiercer.
Although the truth is still not clear, Felix feels that he must intervene before things become irreparable.
He raised his hand to activate a shattering spell, and the spell hit the chandelier on the ceiling, smashing the chandelier and half of the ceiling to pieces, dust and stones fell profusely.
The red light all over the sky weakened a lot for a while.
The figure of Felix appeared in the middle of the auditorium very abruptly. He swung his wand calmly and precisely, and stunning spells flew out from the tip of the wand like flowing water. The smoke and dust dispersed, and seven or eight attackers fell to the ground .
"All curses end!"
Felix stuck his wand on the ground with his backhand, red light poured down like a stormy wave, with him as the center, attackers, Muggle experts, Aurors, and officials of the Magical Congress of America flew out like wheat, The brewing spell silently fell silent.
All eyes were on the figure who appeared suddenly, and he stood up slowly, holding his wand expressionlessly.
The auditorium was so quiet that you could even hear your breathing, it took seven or eight seconds
"Knock him down!" said a steady voice from among the attackers.
But more than a dozen spells only hit the black smoke that he left in place~IndoMTL.com~ Afterwards, everyone present saw an unforgettable scene. Felix's figure kept flickering. Shaking his hands, he waved a dazzling red light.
At the most exaggerated moment, they saw seven shadows of Felix at the same time.
The assailant team that barely made it to the front of the auditorium was wiped out in a second or two, and the other three teams also collapsed badly.
'Too weak, although the formation is good, but the personal quality is too poor, lost the protection of the team and even the most basic self-protection awareness, like bullying a child...'
Felix didn't feel the ease of casting the spell, on the contrary, he was even more puzzled. If I had to draw an analogy, some of them couldn't match Percy Weasley's spells.
'There is a huge disparity in strength among the members, they have no habit of using killing curses and black magic, they lack combat experience, and the power of the spells is not strong...'
'Where did these attackers come from? ’