Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 811 The Stone Statue That Came to Life

As the statues jumped off their pedestals, the entire castle seemed to tremble.

"What are those things?!" Harry blurted out, startled.

"You should be very familiar with the statues in the school, right?" Xiren took a small step back, making enough room for a gleaming suit of silver armor.

Besides the stone statues, the metal armor, originally intended as decoration, was also moving outwards, though the movement was less noticeable.

"I know, but—this is incredible." Harry looked down at the line of stone statues below, his eyes gradually brightening.

"Great! With these statues, we don't have to fear those Death Eaters anymore—you know they're made of stone, they're not afraid of magic at all!"

"Perhaps," Siron said, his tone flat, not nearly as excited as Harry's.

"These magic-resistant statues would certainly have an overwhelming advantage against Death Eaters, but Voldemort has more than just Death Eaters."

"Not just Death Eaters—" Harry, gradually calming down, turned his head in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"Don't forget Hagrid," Cyren explained. "Dumbledore once sent him and Madam Maxim to try and win over the giants, but they both failed. Only Hagrid's brother, Grop, was willing to stand with us."

These words stunned Harry for the second time, leaving him frozen in place.

"Sirlen—you, you mean—the giants will also attack Hogwarts with Voldemort—"

"Not necessarily," Siron said after thinking for a moment. "The giants' habitat is quite far from Britain; they might still be on their way."

Harry didn't say anything, because he knew perfectly well that it was impossible.

There are too many spells that can speed things up, and even if many spells don't work on giants, it's just a little more troublesome.

Moreover, the Death Eaters had already taken control of the Ministry of Magic, and they could even legally send giants to Britain.

In a daze, Harry turned his head and saw a large, golden-red bird appear behind Siron, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Xilun asked.

"It's nothing, just a hallucination." Harry put his glasses back on. "I think I just saw Fawkes, the phoenix that Dumbledore kept."

"But that's impossible, isn't it? We all know that Fawkes disappeared with Dumbledore's death, how could he possibly come back here?"

"Maybe it's here to avenge Dumbledore," Siron said, looking at the serious-looking Harry. "Because I just saw Fawkes in the Headmaster's office, and I thought it was a hint from Dumbledore."

"Huh?" Harry blinked.

Before he could say anything, they heard a sound of magic being cast outside the castle.

Harry initially thought Voldemort had arrived and rushed downstairs in a panic to help. He called out to Siren several times but couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to follow along.

But when they rushed to the front door on the first floor, they found that things were not like that.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters hadn't arrived yet, but the open space in front of the castle was packed with people. The heads of Hogwarts and the core members of the Order of the Phoenix were all there. There were also a dozen or so former Aurors and members of the Strikers.

They simultaneously raised their wands and cast the same spell into the sky.

Bright golden rays rose from their wands, forming a huge golden barrier above Hogwarts Castle.

"It's a super-large-scale impregnable spell," Xilun clicked his tongue.

"Is it that amazing?" Harry asked in a low voice.

The scene before him demonstrated the power of this magic in every way, which only fueled his curiosity.

After all, this was the first time he had ever seen magic that required so many people to cast together.

"Of course it's amazing," Siren said, pointing to the golden light protecting the castle. "See that?"

"I saw it, it feels similar to the Ironclad Curse."

"No, no, it's completely different from the Ironclad Charm." Siren shook his head. "You can think of it as—well, a solidified blasting charm. If someone accidentally walks through the middle, they'll be instantly blasted into dust by the violent magic."

The next second, a collective gasp filled the air.

Xilun then realized that many people were already standing around them, all of whom were students who had chosen to stay and participate in the battle.

Actually, there should have been more people, but Professor McGonagall forcibly expelled those who were underage.

Those who remained were now engaged in a heated discussion about the impregnable spell cast by the professors.

"With such powerful magic, do we no longer need to fear those Death Eaters?" Dean Siron Thomas asked, his face flushed with excitement.

And this is also the opinion of most people.

"Don't forget about the mysterious person too." At that moment, Cedric walked over from behind and poured cold water on everyone's enthusiasm.

"If this magic is really that powerful, the mysterious man wouldn't have waited until the savior was born to be killed more than a decade ago."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Harry, who was standing in the corner.

Many people then realized that this was not the first time Voldemort had started a war, and the magic they were seeing before them did not seem to be something the professors had only recently learned.

The initial excitement in the crowd was quickly cooling down.

"Don't be so disappointed, folks." Fred leaned against the doorframe, watching the professors casting spells with great interest. "I think even Voldemort would have to pay a heavy price to break this level of magic."

"Also, Cedric, his name is Voldemort, not some damn constipated man—oh sorry, it should be the Mysterious Man."

George walked over and patted his arm.

"You can call him by his first name, just like we do," Fred said.

"Because no matter what, he's going to kill you."

"Ah, I know," Cedric said. "I just need time to adjust to new habits—"

Suddenly, another voice resounded throughout the castle, drowning out his words. The voice was high-pitched and cold, and it was impossible to tell where it came from—the walls, the floor, the doorframes—it was as if everything around him was speaking.

"I know you are prepared to resist."

"It's no use. You are no match for me. I don't want to kill you. I respect the professors at Hogwarts, and I don't want too many wizards to shed blood."

"Hand over Cyren Ollivander and Harry Potter," Voldemort's voice continued. "Hand them over, and I will spare Hogwarts. None of you will be hurt. You will be rewarded for handing them over."

"I waited until dawn."