Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 816 The Battle of Hogwarts

Just as Siron said, solving Fred and George's problem is not a troublesome matter. It only requires slightly modifying the order of the runes on a few parchments to maximize the speed of magic transmission.

Although the parchment design was still somewhat rough and far from being as perfect as the wand, it was much better than before—at least there was no perceptible delay, which was exactly the effect Fred and George wanted.

"Thank you so much, Celen," Fred said. "We've set up over a hundred traps, and it would be terrible if each one took several seconds to activate."

Xilun paused, then looked up incredulously. "Wait, how many traps did you set?"

"More than a hundred—I guess so." George thought for a moment. "There might be more, after all, there are still many Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students who haven't come to us for help."

"Have you hollowed out Hogwarts?"

"You flatter me. It's not entirely our doing," Fred said with a smile. "Your advice was also very important. Remember when you suggested that Seamus and the others do what they could?"

Xilun opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard a loud explosion downstairs.

The Death Eaters stormed in anyway. Lying in the passageway in front of the foyer were the castle's first casualties—the two stone beasts that usually guarded the professor's office, struck by the spells outside, were shattered into pieces. The fragments writhed listlessly on the floor.

"I only found out today that this thing is actually alive." Fred raised an eyebrow slightly. "Do you think it remembers me sticking chewed bubble gum on its back?"

“I think you don’t need to worry about this at all,” Siren said, walking over to a lion’s head that had separated from its body, where it was weakly groaning, “Oh, leave me alone—just let me lie here and fend for myself—”

It can still speak, so it doesn't seem to be completely destroyed. Once it's reattached to the body, there shouldn't be any problems—for a statue, the head isn't its fatal weakness anyway.

Further on, the once sturdy oak door was completely blasted to pieces by a jumble of spells, but the expected scene of Death Eaters rushing in did not materialize.

After smashing down the gate, they all retreated and squeezed to both sides, leaving a passage in the middle, as if waiting for someone to come in first.

Is it Voldemort?

Or a giant?

Almost immediately, Xilun received his answer.

A large, dark mass of things flew rapidly into the castle, and the surrounding temperature began to drop sharply. The blue bricks visibly formed a layer of glistening ice crystals.

"Dementors, there are still so many of these!" Siron immediately raised his wand.

But someone was faster than him.

"Protect the Gods!"

A bright, almost blinding silver light illuminated half of the castle. The Dementors screamed as if they had encountered something terrifying, and they ran backward from the castle at an even faster pace.

Siren turned around and saw Aberforth Dumbledore standing at the bottom of the stairs, wand in hand.

"You saved their lives," Siron said.

"It must have saved your life!" Aberforth walked over, panting. "If I had come any later, your soul would probably have been eaten as a snack by those Dementors."

Siron shrugged. He possessed a very special unicorn guardian spirit, making him least afraid of Dementors. If it weren't for Aberforth's interference, those Dementors wouldn't even have had a chance to escape.

However, at this moment, he did not refute the eccentric old man.

"Are you here to help?"

"I guess so," Aberforth muttered under his breath, as if complaining about something. Then he ignored the others and strode away in another direction.

Meanwhile, as the Dementors were driven away, the Death Eaters, having realized what was happening, began rushing into the castle.

"Be careful!"

A cat descended from the sky, landing steadily in front of the three, and then transformed into Professor McGonagall the instant it touched the ground.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

Professor McGonagall swiftly and decisively stunned the two Death Eaters charging at the front, then turned and forcefully swung her wand.

A gust of wind carried Hillon and the Weasley brothers to the second floor.

"Well, we were going to help, but it seems like we won't need to now." Fred shrugged helplessly, holding his wand.

Besides Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick also came, along with a group of former batters and Aurors.

"Alright, let's get started." George took out the parchment from before.

"First, we need to find a safe place where we won't be disturbed," Fred said.

"Do we even need to look for that place?"

I don't think I need to.

"Definitely not."

After exchanging a glance and talking to themselves, the two ran upstairs at the same time.

If Siren is not mistaken, they should have gone to the Room of Requirement, which is also the safest place in the entire castle.

"Bang!"

The two had just left when the window next to them was smashed from the outside.

Instead of entering the castle through the chaotic main gate, a clever Death Eater took a different route and climbed in through a window.

But as soon as he climbed onto the windowsill, a book appeared before his eyes.

Hogwarts is a school, so seeing books there is perfectly normal. But the question is, why is this book floating in mid-air?

Before the Death Eater could figure out the problem, a light suddenly shone from the open page of the book. Then he was knocked unconscious by a tremendous force and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Xilun retrieved the Horcrux, glanced outside, and hurriedly left.

By the time the combatants on the tower began returning to the castle to fight, the Death Eaters had already completely surrounded Hogwarts.

But the entrance to Hogwarts was only so big, and it was blocked by Professor McGonagall and others, so the Death Eaters, eager to make a name for themselves, naturally thought of the windows.

Most of them were Hogwarts graduates, so they were familiar with the castle's layout and could easily find their way around. Therefore, there must have been more than one Death Eater like the one we just saw.

The walls began to tremble again, and the sudden flash of light upstairs confirmed this guess; it must be the fifth floor.

After quickly determining the direction, Siron ran towards it. However, by the time Siron arrived, the Death Eater who had crawled in had already been dealt with by two people: Tonks and an old witch wearing a worm-eaten hat. Siron recognized her as Neville's grandmother.

"Ah, I know you, Ollivander," she said. "Excuse me, have you seen Neville?"

"We should be fighting, with Professor Sprout," Siron said.

"Ah, of course," the old lady said proudly. "Please forgive me, I have to go help him now."

She ran towards the stone steps at an astonishing speed.

Siren then looked at Tonks, "Didn't you and Lupin go to Slughorn's office together?"

"Because of some other things." Tonks didn't explain in detail, only asked about the current situation, and then left in a hurry.