Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 813 Ximo's Special Talent

The auditorium emptied out, everyone busy preparing for the impending war.

As the sunlight gradually changed from orange-red to a bright pale gold, deafening shouts suddenly erupted around Hogwarts.

Countless Death Eaters surged in from all directions, rushing towards Hogwarts like a tidal wave. Every face was contorted with madness, as if they saw not an impregnable castle, but a delicious, readily available cake.

On the castle tower, even a battle-hardened Auror instinctively gripped his wand tighter upon witnessing this scene.

They had no idea how many Death Eaters were below; it might be a few hundred, or it might be a few thousand, but it was certainly more than the garrison at Hogwarts.

"Damn it, where did the mysterious man recruit so many Death Eaters?"

Are there so many wizards in Britain?

A few whispered curses rang out from the crowd, but quickly faded away, leaving only increasingly heavy breathing.

Meanwhile, the Death Eaters at the forefront had arrived at the gates of Hogwarts, and countless spells easily destroyed the sturdy iron gates.

However, as they stepped over the ruins of the gate and into Hogwarts, their bodies instantly faded and disintegrated, shattering like broken plaster statues.

At that moment, fear dispelled the madness, and the reason that had been devoured by dark magic suddenly returned.

Those Death Eaters at the forefront, still alive by sheer luck, struggled to stop, but to no avail. The Death Eaters behind them, still charging, pushed and shoved them through the gates of Hogwarts, where they were blasted to pieces by the surging magic.

A few minutes later, when the Death Eaters finally managed to stop, a thick layer of gray powder had accumulated next to the castle gate.

"Very good!"

On the Astronomy Tower, someone excitedly pumped their fist and shouted, "As expected of a spell that requires so many people to cast, they've lost at least a tenth of their manpower this time!"

"You can't think like that." Mad-Eye's expression remained serious. His normal eyes were looking at the Death Eaters below, while his other blue demonic eye was constantly fixed on Voldemort outside the school.

He could clearly see that almost all the named Death Eaters were now around Voldemort.

Those people who rushed over just now were nothing but cannon fodder. Even if more of them died, it wouldn't matter; Voldemort wouldn't care.

Perhaps in Voldemort's view, using only one-tenth of the cannon fodder to detect Hogwarts' first line of defense was actually a very worthwhile deal.

But now that the cannon fodder has stopped, he is very unhappy.

So Voldemort raised his wand, stood on the cliff, and swung it fiercely.

A bright, blinding blue light suddenly descended from the sky and landed on the pale golden curtain above Hogwarts.

The impregnable spell, jointly set up by more than a dozen professors and Aurors, gradually dissolved in the surging and violent magic, and then disintegrated in an instant.

Some of the more daring Death Eaters tentatively crossed the gates of Hogwarts, only to be surprised to find that there were no obstacles in their way.

The Death Eaters charged again, and this time even Voldemort's own men transformed into eerie plumes of black smoke and rushed forward.

Among the crowd of Death Eaters, several giants over five meters tall stood out.

Although their movements appeared slow, they were by no means slow, and with the giants' immense physical strength, they completely ignored the wizards' magic on the towers, sweeping all the way to the open space in front of the castle.

Just as the giants were about to smash through the castle gates, their movements suddenly slowed down.

There were several stone statues, only up to the giant's belly, but they were incredibly strong and felt no pain at all. Working together, they quickly overturned the giant to the ground.

With the giant gone, the Death Eaters who had been following behind were now fully exposed and became easy targets for the wizards on the tower.

Screams and roars echoed throughout Hogwarts.

The castle was relatively safe for the time being. Harry stood in front of a narrow window in the corridor, occasionally casting a spell at the Death Eaters below.

"This place is really nice." He turned to look at Ron and Hermione. "The windows are too small. The Death Eaters' magic flies up and misses so badly that it can't hit me at all—"

He didn't finish his sentence because Professor McGonagall arrived.

"Potter!"

She pulled Harry away from the window.

"Listen, Potter, fighting isn't something you should be thinking about—you and Siren, go do what you're supposed to be doing!"

"Huh?" Harry blinked, puzzled. "I don't understand, Professor McGonagall. What are we supposed to do—?"

"Of course, it's a Horcrux." Professor McGonagall suddenly waved her wand, deflecting a spell that flew in through the window.

"You need to figure out how to deal with that snake; it's the only way we can defeat Voldemort."

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then, as if making a decision, continued, "Dumbledore believes that only you can do this, and I hope he is right."

After saying that, she left quickly.

With the addition of elite Death Eaters, the tower defenses are becoming increasingly strained, and it's only a matter of time before the Death Eaters breach the castle.

But before that, they still have a lot to do.

"Filch, I want you to go find Peeves right away—yes, Peeves—and send it to the greenhouse. Pomona has prepared plenty of weapons for it."

"Damn it, we need to blow up that bridge and cut off their attack route."

"Blow up the bridge?" Neville, who was about to take action, paused for a moment. "What are we going to do? That bridge is too big. It's unlikely that a regular blasting spell will work. Besides, the Death Eaters won't give us any extra time to prepare."

"Why don't you ask Mr. Finnigan? I remember he has a talent for magic like fireworks and explosions," Professor McGonagall said without turning her head.

"I can blow it up," Simo said calmly, his tone completely flat, as if he were discussing homework.

"Are you sure?" Neville asked nervously. "I'm not doubting you, but that bridge is two hundred feet high, and you only have one chance."

"It might not have worked before, but now—I'm confident." Seamus solemnly took a wand out of his pocket. The smooth, clean wand was spotless and could even be used as a mirror.

"The new wand that Siren gave me is like a third arm to me." Seamus's eyes gleamed with an indescribable fanaticism. "You can't believe it, I feel—it has the same talent as me."

"Explosive talent?" Neville blurted out.

Although such words were a bit impolite, Simo didn't care at all and nodded vigorously instead.

"That's right, it's my best partner, we can blow up that bridge."