The slacker professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 371 Meow?

Exhilarating emotions are the most intense color in the world.

This is true, at least for magic masters.

in other words----

Voldemort couldn't hold back his inner rage and cursed, which made his presence known to some highly intelligent and powerful wizards.

"He's there!"

Suddenly, an old witch dressed in a brightly colored, mismatched outfit pointed to a certain spot in the sky and exclaimed, "You all know who it is!"

Oh~

Ok.

Times have changed so fast. In the past, if people said "You know so-and-so," everyone would know that they were referring to the Dark Lord Voldemort. But now, somehow, people subconsciously ignore this knowledge, as if the name "Voldemort" is becoming weaker and less relevant in this world.

So the old witch, desperate to let others know, overcame her fear and shouted, "Voldemort! Voldemort is there!"

Suddenly, many people looked up at the sky.

There, Ron Weasley, controlling his flying broomstick with one hand and holding Harry Potter tightly with the other, struggled to move towards the ground, surrounded by the Death Eater Labaster's constant Apparition attacks and with the help of his friends.

"The Dark Lord is right there in the head of Harry Potter, the savior!"

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"He is harming the savior!"

The old witch cried out, "I feel it! I feel it!"

This was absolutely the pinnacle of her entire career as a prophet; she accurately judged the state of a magic master casting spells in some kind of extradimensional space.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise and looked in that direction.

Some people habitually look at the figure they have relied on for decades in the face of the terrifying threat of the Black Demon.

There, Dumbledore had somehow drawn the Elder Wand, one of the three Deathly Hallows, and seemed to be casting a spell to stop the Dark Lord's evil plot.

Many people started running away from their seats, hoping to find a flying broomstick as soon as possible so they could fly into the sky and help.

For example, Mad-Eye Moody.

He had already retired and did not participate in the efforts of the three major schools to mobilize the magic departments of various countries to maintain the competition; he spent most of his time in the stands.

Moody reacted with remarkable speed; he immediately deduced where the flying broomsticks would be.

His friend, the event's host Witsel, led the referee team for the competition, where there would be plenty of fire bolts for the young wizards to use in the match.

Witsel wouldn't refuse to let him take one of the handles.

However, before he could even run off the stands, an extremely terrifying and powerful magical fluctuation suddenly came from the sky.

A magical fluctuation that Mad-Eye Moody could not comprehend.

He had spent most of his life fighting, and had personally filled two-thirds of Azkaban prison. What kind of magic hadn't he seen?

He had never seen this kind of magic before.

He couldn't even judge the effect of the magic in front of him by the magical fluctuations; he could only vaguely sense the distortion of the entire world.

No, not the whole world, but the area encompassed by the huge bowl-shaped area above the stands and the ground ring.

The scope is large, but there should be a boundary.

Within this area, everything seems to become detached.

They looked at the Death Eaters and young wizards inside, no longer as if they were looking at figures close at hand, but more like images on a Muggle movie screen.

This is----

"World Islands!"

Grindelwald keenly sensed the magic.

Within the entire sphere of influence of the world's isolated island magic, besides the young wizards in the air, the Death Eater Rabastan, Voldemort in Harry's mind, Hermione, Cedric, and Valentine on the arena below, and that Death Eater who suddenly appeared in the audience—

And Dumbledore, Lockhart, and Grindelwald in the audience.

"Why did you drag me into this?" Old Ge didn't like anyone making any arrangements for him.

Lockhart put down his wand, continued cracking sunflower seeds, and shrugged. "I have to keep an eye on the children. You'd better keep an eye on Dumbledore for me."

Grindelwald chuckled coldly. "You don't actually think Albus is inferior to that idiot Tom, do you?"

Of course, Deng Xiaoping was awesome.

But the world of magic is always full of impossibilities.

The wonder of magic lies in the impossibility.

Adding insurance is highly recommended.

Lockhart’s habitual approach when creating adventure journeys for children is to encourage them to experience as many adventures as possible while ensuring that the intensity of the adventures remains within their own capabilities.

The Death Eater in the audience quickly realized the problem: he had no way to attack the people around him, and they couldn't attack him either.

They were so close, yet it felt like they were separated by a world.

So the Death Eater wearing the metal mask frantically cast a spell forward, waving his wand and releasing some silk ribbons.

This is a common scouting spell used by early Aurors. When entering unfamiliar and complex territory, they would create these silk ribbons to explore the space they could move in.

Just as Lockhart said, the magic in your hands is your life.

The Death Eater's actions in the emergency instantly revealed his true identity.

"Which Death Eater has an Auror background?" Lockhart looked at the person with some curiosity, as he didn't recall anyone from the Ministry of Magic who had such a background.

August Lukewood, the Silent Man of the Department of Mysteries —

Walton McNeil, executioner of the Fantastic Beasts Management and Control Committee —

The only one with an Auror background seems to be Coban Yaxley, but that guy has completely switched sides.

Oh, and one more thing, Barty Crouch, Barty Crouch's father, although he didn't side with Voldemort, entrusted his son to Voldemort.

But the spirituality of this person in front of me is different from that of the other two.

The masked Death Eater quickly set his sights on the three young wizards at the edge of the ring—Hermione Granger, wandless; Cedric, who was still under the effects of dark magic after only half-healing; and Valentine, who appeared to be weak.

Valentine was quite brave; seeing the state of the other two, he stepped in front and charged forward.

Then it was resolved.

An extremely powerful and varied full-body binding spell easily broke through the counter-spell cast by Valentine, instantly subduing him.

"I knew it!" Hermione rolled her eyes and rushed toward Valentine, forcefully pulling at the wand held tightly in his hand, which seemed as hard as stone.

The Death Eaters immediately cast spells to attack Hermione, hoping to prevent the little witch from getting the wand. The Dark Lord had held a tense meeting with them to discuss how to deal with the little witch, and he always remembered how powerful she was.

However, he had to abandon this approach because Cedric launched a spell attack on him.

"The golden bell falls to the ground!"

He was familiar with this spell; he had already devised a strategy when Cedric cast the spell.

However, just as he was about to wave his wand to cast a spell, a voice rapidly chanting a spell came from behind him.

"Disarm you!"

Whoosh! The wand flew from his hand and was caught by Hermione, who was already prepared, as she charged up on her flying broom.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

During the flight, Hermione cast spells at lightning speed, "Repel with all your might!"

Bang~!

The unconscious Death Eater slammed into the low pillar of the arena behind him like a cannonball, the sound of bones cracking echoing from his leg.

"Oh~" Fred dodged with his flying broom, looking at the Death Eater's miserable state, and for a moment even looked at Hermione with a bit of fear.

Hermione tilted her head back and snorted, then said to him, "Put Ginny down, I'll treat her neck."

Ginny is currently unconscious.

Cedric's spell was too powerful; the force of the magic pulling her head down from the sky easily broke the bones in her neck. Even after Fred applied first aid and medicine, she continued to wail in pain. Fred had no choice but to cast a spell to put her into a deep sleep.

Cedric felt very guilty and hesitated to speak.

"We don't blame you," Fred said, smiling at him. "It was amazing magic; everyone was stunned!"

Cedric scratched his head awkwardly, struggled to his feet with his flying broomstick, and gestured to the unconscious Death Eater in front of him, "Go and remove his mask."

This is a necessary action.

Because countless people in the audience are watching, they will all become witnesses to identify this Death Eater's crimes, and everyone needs to know who he is.

Fred was clearly aware of the problem, so he quickly stepped forward, bent down, and tore off the man's mask.

He then used magic to make him float, so that his face was facing the audience.

Sure enough, gasps of surprise came from the audience.

"Pierce Sinkness!"

Someone called out the man's name: "The Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the British Ministry of Magic!"

This person has clearly surprised many people.

He's a Death Eater?

Or perhaps they are new followers who joined Voldemort after his return?

But regardless of which one it is, choosing to stand against everyone seems incredibly foolish.

Hermione didn't waste any time on this person; compared to the Ministry of Magic official she had dealt with so easily, the Death Eater high in the sky seemed much more dangerous.

Although she claimed to have reached a new level and could take on a large group by herself, she never underestimated any member of the Duel Club. She knew how valuable Professor Lockhart's club was to most wizards in the world, and that each member might be hiding some powerful methods.

Even so, they still couldn't defeat the Death Eater in one go.

It is powerful, but it hasn't reached that level yet.

As Hermione sped upwards, she made a judgment: there were three problems. First, the Death Eater's Apparition technique was extremely sophisticated. Second, his dark magic was something that no one had ever seen before. Third, this dark wizard was truly ruthless enough to use murderous methods.

These three are all weaknesses of young wizards from dueling clubs.

She controlled the fire bolt with incredible speed, but before she could even get close enough to help Ron and Harry, with a loud bang, the Death Eater Labaster instantly appeared below and behind Ron.

This was an angle beyond Ron's ability to react in time, and he waved his wand.

"Torn apart!"

"The crossbow bolts flew swiftly!"

boom!

Ron's flying broom exploded instantly, the fragments like terrifying arrows that easily pierced through Ron and Harry's bodies, blooming in the air like fountains of blood.

"Ron! Harry!"

Hermione screamed and frantically waved her wand at Labaster, a plasma-like beam of magic instantly piercing through the distance and tearing the Death Eater to shreds.

bang~

After the spell was cast, the sound of Apparition finally came through.

Damn!

He escaped again!

Not only Hermione, but everyone was attacking the wizard, but it was all in vain.

Hermione had to quickly steer her flying broom towards Harry, but after flying a short distance, she suddenly realized something and quickly turned around to check the entire battlefield.

Draco, Neville, Lavender, Cassius —

One by one, figures were flying rapidly toward Harry.

And this is precisely the best time to attack!

Hermione quickly spun her flying broom to a stop and turned around to cast a spell in the opposite direction of everyone's movement.

Call ~

huh~~~

Countless emerald green birds swiftly flew out from the tip of her wand, obscuring the sky and blocking any possible attacks, while automatically searching for her target.

Bang~!

Rabastan reappeared, Apparate directly in front of Harry, brandishing his wand, "Crunch in the Heart!"

The power of the Unforgivable Curse he cast was so great that Harry and Ron, who were falling at the same time, were both affected and cried out in agony.

"Kill him!"

A voice echoed in Rabastan's mind.

This is why he was able to fight for so long. When Voldemort was banished by Dumbledore and attempted to return using the fragments of soul in Harry's mind, he made a decision and began to remotely command the Death Eater through the Dark Mark.

The Dark Lord's combat awareness is top-notch.

The Crucifixion was used against Harry Potter, who was trying to fight against himself with his willpower.

Break through the other party's resistance.

Then, by taking the life of his best friend, Harry Potter's soul is completely shattered!

Voldemort keenly sensed a possibility.

Most importantly, Rabastan's loyalty is beyond question; he executes every command given by the Dark Lord without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light struck Ron swiftly.

"No~~~" Everyone was shouting anxiously. Draco even abandoned his flying broom and Apparated towards the other side as if he had jumped up.

But Rabastan was too close to Ron, seemingly within arm's reach.

The killing light, representing death, struck Ron in an instant.

A faint phantom of a Pegasus floated around Ron, flickered slightly, and then quickly disappeared.

In the audience, Lockhart gripped his wand, watching the scene intently. He licked his lips, but ultimately did not shield Ron from the deadly attack.

Because he sensed something.

His face was full of anticipation at that moment.

One second!

He gave Ron only one second. If Ron couldn't make some kind of miraculous move that he vaguely sensed between life and death, he would use time reversal to pull Ron back from the clutches of death.

He wouldn't normally do that; a sense of awe for death was a profound realization he gained after casting the spell for the first time, but he couldn't ignore Ron's death either.

Time seemed to slow down in his eyes.

Draco's figure, Apparating out of space and rushing towards Rabasta, seemed to freeze in the process of changing from a distorted illusion to falling into reality.

So slow it was as if the whole world had stopped, a dreamlike silver light flowed swiftly from Ron's chest like a wisp of smoke.

In that instant, it rapidly painted a corner of the world, a strong yet warm atmosphere surging forth.

In that instant, Ron and Harry, who were falling rapidly, both stopped falling.

"Sunshine~"

Daisy~

"Sweet cream~"

"With cats~"

A huge, silver, translucent Hakimi cat phantom appeared high in the sky, centered on Ron.

Ron and Harry seemed to fall onto its fluffy, soft belly, sinking in slightly. A patch of emerald green Killing Curse light was blasted away and dissipated. It then turned its head to look at Labastan.

huh~

The speed is so fast that it's difficult for the eyes to react.

Hakimi the cat slapped out with one paw, instantly sending Rabastan flying as he was about to Apparate away again.

The force was so immense that it seemed to crush Rabastan's internal organs, spraying blood mixed with pieces of flesh, like a rat whose head had been smashed to the ground.

Meow~

Hakimi the cat flipped over, and Ron, Harry, and a bewildered Draco, who had apparated, landed on its back. Then it quickly chased after Labaster on the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

Looking at Hakimi the cat crouching, oh, such a huge cat, a cat many times larger than a fire dragon, it should be described as crouching.

It leaped gracefully from the sky and landed lightly beside Rabastan, licking its furry paws.

Then, just as Rabastan attempted to Apparate away again, he slapped her once more.

slap~

Rabastan's entire head was smashed open, instantly turning completely cold.

Only Hakimi the cat remained, still looking down at it curiously, occasionally cautiously reaching out a paw to paw at it. "Meow?"

Even the most composed Grindelwald was shocked to his feet, staring intently at the scene before turning to Lockhart with a trembling voice.

"Anima's protection?"

Lockhart nodded with a smile, "Ron! A quintessential Gryffindor, embodying love, companionship, and protection. He built his unique spiritual power based on the Animagus principles that Sirius Black spoke of."

"Wow!" Grindelwald stared in amazement at the enormous silver phantom before him.

He had seen people summon multiple guardian deities at the same time; Minerva McGonagall was capable of doing that.

He had also seen the guardian deity that summoned the gigantic form; everyone knew about the invincible Andros on the Chocolate Frog card.

But the guardian spirit that appeared before them at this moment looked so special.

It stirred his emotions and filled his imagination even more than the enormous silver phoenix that Dumbledore had created.

Because it was cast by a young wizard of the new generation!

This represents the future of the wizarding community!

This was so wonderful in Grindelwald's eyes, full of endless possibilities.

"That's great!" Lockhart said with a smile.