When Snape arrived at the battlefield, Professor McGonagall's battle was nearing its end.
The manticore's body was covered in scars, its screams were weak, and it looked like it was dying. But no one will let down their guard at this point in time. Even if there are professors who don't have much practical experience, Professor McGonagall and Professor Kettleburn will quickly remind them.
This is fighting, this one is no joke.
"Is it almost over for you guys?"
Snape heard a weak voice not far away and asked anxiously.
"I'm afraid it will be a while yet. It still looks like he is just dying."
When Professor Kettleburn said this, he had a headache. They've been fighting this thing for almost ten minutes. With this level of high-efficiency output, it can be said that the Manticore basically has no power to fight back.
In other words, it had been inflicted with damage for ten minutes, and now it still had a little blood tank left. And according to common sense, this thing should still be pretending to be weak now, deliberately making them relax their vigilance.
The defense and physical strength of this thing are a bit too exaggerated.
However, neither Professor McGonagall nor Snape cared about how special this thing was.
"Go ahead, Severus. Although we don't dare to leave people here, we don't need to add more people. You can go to the auditorium quickly. Behind them are Quirrell, Sprout and Hagrid. There should be three magical animals over there. animal!"
Snape was stunned when he heard the news. And then it was like yelling.
Isn't it a bit too much to ask these three people, especially Quirrell, to defend the attack he caused?
Snape really didn't even want to think about it. Is there any difference between putting Harry next to Quirrell and putting a fish to the mouth of a hungry cat? !
you you you! Minerva McGonagall! How could you do such a mindless thing? ! Could it be that your new discovery and Luke's temptation have caused you to lose your basic judgment? ! Then get out of the position of vice principal and let someone who can do his or her duty take this position!
Of course, none of his words were spoken. After all, it was not the time to argue at all. He just glared at Professor McGonagall, and then hurried towards the auditorium.
Professor McGonagall was naturally aware of Snape's gaze, but what could she say? She had to admit that she was indeed fooled today. I was fooled by Luke, I was fooled by Dumbledore, I was even fooled by these four beasts...
She even wondered if she was stupid today.
With this thought in mind, she waved her wand again, waving the weapon in the distance even harder. It seemed that even the manticore's miserable howl was a little more powerful.
But this miserable howl has lasted for nearly five minutes.
When will it die!
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In the auditorium, the three professors were beaten and defeated, and there was no room for them to fight back. The senior students stood in the distance and cast a few magic spells from time to time. Although the effect was not great, at least they were doing their best.
The students in the lower grades did not have any more powerful magic. Some of the magic spells used for pranks could not even knock a hair off the opponent's body. This makes them anxious, but also a little confused and doubting themselves.
They think they have pretty good magic levels, and when they brag all day long they always feel like they are the next Dumbledore. But now something really happened. The mind is broken.
The spells they were so proud of had no effect at all.
There were even a few that were not accurate, and their spells hit Professor Quirrell.
This made the professor stagger a few times, and he almost had his head held by the Voldemort Bat, who kissed him deeply.
Although he was annoyed, he also knew that now was not the time to be angry. If there were no more reinforcements, Quirrell would probably die soon based on his frail body.
My own plan becomes the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.
This thing is so damn unmagical. How could the beasts attack in such an orderly manner!
Just a smarter manticore. Shouldn't the troll be ready to smash everything in sight right then and there? !
But the giant monster he saw in the utility room could actually command? !
Professor Sprout, who was facing the giant monster at this time, was even more surprised. Her specialty is herbalism, but there are many connections between herbalism and magical animals.
So she also has a considerable understanding of common magical animals.
Naturally, this also includes trolls.
The most accurate description of the troll is 'full of brute strength and no brains. '
They will use big sticks, but their big sticks are usually tree roots or tree trunks they pick up. But the one in front of me holds an iron rod in its hand. Or a mace.
And according to Professor Spratt's observation, the iron rod in the giant monster's hand actually has the ability to isolate magic. This renders many methods of dealing with sticks useless.
Fortunately, the professor was not a vegetarian. All kinds of strange and unheard-of magic spells were thrown out from the tip of the wand, and these unorthodox spells seemed to have a great effect.
The giant monster, which itself is the weakest, seems to have been blocked. But combined with the strength of the troll itself, it is already extraordinary. Hagrid, who was facing the manticore on the other side, was already fighting.
His magic didn't have much effect on the manticore, or even very little, so he simply threw his little red umbrella aside without risking the risk of revealing his illegal use of the wand. He grabbed a knight's sword from the armor around him and started fighting with the manticore.
The toughness made Luke wonder whether he and he were the same species.
But he thought about it carefully, don't say it, maybe it really wasn't Zhuo!
"This is not good, Luke."
Gemma shook the auxiliary spell towards Professor Quirrell and whispered in Luke's ear.
"Others are fine. Hagrid looks like he was beaten, but he didn't actually suffer much. Professor Sprout is very strange. Logically speaking, he should have already eliminated the other party. But even now it seems like Not much of a loss.”
"But Professor Quirrell can no longer hold on."
No one doubted that Quirrell was abnormal.
It stands to reason that the teacher of the Defense Against Dark Arts class, even if he is not the one with the strongest fighting ability in the entire school, must at least be one with comparable fighting ability.
But it is a fact recognized by everyone that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is unreliable.
Moreover, Quirrell did not usually behave like a reliable professor. He always looked the same weak when teaching, let alone in combat situations.
To be honest, his current performance has surprised everyone.
"Normally, Professor Quirrell's strength is average, and his opponent is Voldemort."
Luke looked at the struggling Quirrell, feeling very helpless. He didn't know whether Quirrell and Voldemort on the back of his head knew the key points of their dealing with Voldemort.
But even if they knew it, they might not be able to restrain the Patronus Curse of the Voldemort Bat.
After all, despite saying that, when casting the Patronus Charm, you just need to think about things that make you happy. But in fact, this one of the oldest defensive spells itself represents positive emotions such as hope, happiness and survival.
Don't tell lies, you may have happy and happy memories. But Shou Mian's positive emotions were incompatible with Voldemort.
While the two were talking, they both saw an inconspicuous gray-white magical light.
The cursed light was so deflected that it looked like it was missed due to a shaking hand.
But at this moment, a surprise attack from the Voldemort Bat forced Quirrell to dodge to the side to avoid being hit by this move, and then directly gged.
But what a coincidence, this flash sent the back of his head onto the path of the curse.
Then there was a howl of agony.
Not to mention the students behind him, even the Voldemort Bat over there was startled. He was stunned for a moment and did not seize the opportunity to attack immediately.
Harry witnessed everything and couldn't help turning his head to look at Ron.
Ron was stunned for a moment, he just threw out a magic spell casually, it wasn't that strong...
But when everyone's eyes focused on him, he still subconsciously hid the wand behind his back, then shook his head crazily and said: "It's not me, it's really not, I didn't do anything."
I deny that I am very skillful in using the triple combo, young man...
Luke couldn't help but groan in his heart.
Then he looked at Quirrell, who wanted to cover the back of his head, but seemed to be afraid of it and didn't dare to cover it, with a look of helplessness on his face.
At this time, the Voldemort bat on the opposite side cannot always be a fool.
It took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward, spreading its wings and preparing to hold its head.
At this time, a clear voice spread throughout the entire auditorium.
"Call the gods to protect you!"
There was no clear shape, but a ball of white light shone in the direction of Voldemort Bat.
The Voldemort Bat let out a sharp scream, like a bolt of black lightning, that shot out directly from the range covered by the white light, and then looked at the location of the light from a distance, staring at the man with black hair and lake green eyes. Eyes wide open, the tall boy let out a threatening scream.
But Luke's expression didn't change, he just stared at it.
"Leave it to me, Professor."
Luke stepped forward and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, Professor, I really didn't want to use this trick."
Quirrell raised his head and looked at Luke, his expression turned ferocious not knowing whether it was pain or hatred.
"Since you know the Patronus Charm! Why didn't you take action earlier!"
Although this question should not be asked at this time. But there is no doubt that this is not just Quirrell's question.
Even Professor Spratt, who was in the middle of the battle, couldn't help but glance at me.
This is no small thing. Although I can’t say that I was wrong for not standing up in the first place. There is no problem in standing up at such a time. But if someone brings this up, there will be a problem.
Either give a reasonable explanation, or it becomes an active attempt to gain reputation.
Everyone couldn't help but look solemn after seeing Luke's expression change.
Luke, you wouldn't really make such a stupid mistake.
Gemma thought to herself. She looked at Luke with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.
Hermione looked at Luke worriedly, but she still felt something was wrong.
Taylor looked calm. She looked at Quirrell, who looked ferocious, as if he were looking at a clown.
Luke didn't hesitate for long, but he looked regretful.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to hurt you. But..."
He lifted the robe on his left hand side, revealing the belt underneath.
It was a very gorgeous belt, inlaid with large, priceless gemstones of different colors.
And you don’t have to look too hard to feel the magic contained in these gems.
Apparently, this is a magic gem.
At this time, one of the snow-white gems, although it had not lost its luster, was already full of cracks and had no magic power.
"Now we don't even have a deterrent..."
Luke finally couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.
Just when Luke finished speaking, the Voldemort Bat over there rushed towards this side without any hesitation.
Roaring with ecstasy.
Under such circumstances, a girl who was less courageous finally screamed.
The Patronus Charm is gone, and the professor can no longer fight.
So who can they rely on now!
"Get away!"
A rough and bold voice sounded like an orangutan roaring. Then another red magic shield unfolded, blocking the Voldemort Bat.
The Voldemort Bat howled again and was ejected.
Everyone's attention was focused there again.
Marcus Flint was panting, and a crest in his hand lost its luster.
He was breathing heavily and his face was red.
"We are not your opponents! But no noble will look at you and hurt others!"
Marcus spoke righteously and with a solemn expression, giving his unrefined face a solemn and majestic charm.
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream sounded even more shrill than before in the direction where the Voldemort Bat was bounced away.
The scream was like a demonic sound filling the brain, causing those who heard it to shudder and feel the coldness from their souls.
At that moment, everyone's most unhappy memories could not help but emerge in their minds. Sadness, hatred, and pain surged into my heart.
The pain at that moment was no easier than suffering a heart-piercing bullet.
But the pain didn't last long.
"Give it to me! Get out!"
The transparent mask unfolded instantly, and all the bad thoughts in everyone's minds were cleared. Their minds became firm again.
The little girl holding a necklace in her hand looked at the Voldemort Bat in front of her.
"The Parkinson family! Never regret it!"
Tears shone in the corners of Pansy Parkinson's eyes.
Luke turned around. One by one, students with noble backgrounds, mainly first-year students, were holding their family crests, taking off their rings, or showing off their wrist guards.
The expressions on their faces were so unified.
Their emotional dust is so consistent.
Luke looked at the golden emotional dust, and a subtle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
For the glory of pure blood!
