Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 284 Fierce Fire

Harry gripped his wand tightly, his gaze sweeping over the people blocking his way, but he felt no sense of security whatsoever.

Sirius Black, Professor Lupin, Professor Moody, the Weasleys, Bill and Fleur, the still-messy Tonks, and Dedalow Deago, who once bowed to him at the Leaky Cauldron—although they all seemed fearless, their serious expressions revealed that even these battle-hardened individuals were not entirely confident about the upcoming fight.

Then, his gaze fell on Mundungus Fletcher at the far end, and seeing his trembling hand gripping the wand, he felt a strange sense of peace.

It turns out he wasn't the only one who was afraid...

"Disarm you!"

As Ike finished speaking, Moody launched the first attack, casting a disarming spell directly at Ike. This immediately sounded the battle horn, and the others followed suit, launching attacks on Ike one after another.

Ike wouldn't be foolish enough to stand still and take the hit head-on, even if he was very confident in his dual protection system.

With a flick of his wand, he vanished from his spot, and the spells instantly engulfed the unfortunate souls behind him who couldn't dodge in time.

Upon seeing this, Graybury roared, and the werewolves spontaneously split into two groups. A slightly larger group charged towards Moody and the others, while the rest bypassed the battlefield and attacked the still intact carriages.

"Stop them! Don't let them break in!"

Sirius shouted, raised his hand and knocked a werewolf away, but he didn't move, just stood guard next to Harry.

The dangerous boy disappeared and never reappeared, allowing him to be on the safe side.

The battlefield was in complete chaos. Moody charged to the front, unafraid of ambushes thanks to his Mystic Eye, unleashing a barrage of spells at the werewolves. Mr. Weasley and Bill quickly reached the other side, defeating seven or eight werewolves before finally securing the carriage door. The carriage behind them was guarded by Mrs. Weasley and Fleur.

Lupin instinctively stopped Graybuck from charging forward, and the others tacitly cleared the battlefield between the two, allowing them to begin their desperate struggle.

"Hahaha... Thunderous explosion!"

Greyback laughed as he unleashed an Explosive Charm, charging straight at Lupin without stopping. Lupin raised his hand to block the Explosive Charm and countered with a Barrier Charm.

He knew Graybuck's fighting style very well. Magic was just a cover for Graybuck; he preferred to bite his opponent hard on the neck or tear him to shreds.

After all, Lupin was the very culprit who turned him into a werewolf, and he had been looking forward to this battle for a long time. Despite being caught off guard, Graybury was unable to get close to Lupin and was instead thrown into a frenzy by Lupin's antics, looking quite disheveled.

Compared to Lupin, Moody seemed unstoppable. Even with a limp, he moved nimbly among the werewolves. He used a variety of spells—barriers, petrification, disarming, and even levitation—with incredible skill, occasionally deflecting fatal curses aimed at him. Before long, he had dispatched five or six werewolves.

The Weasleys, on the defensive, didn't have it so easy. No matter how good Moody and his friends were, they could only stop a small number of werewolves, while quite a few attacked the carriages.

Faced with the surging werewolves, they struggled to defend themselves and dared not rest for a moment. Seeing this, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna, who had automatically intercepted the werewolves from the start of the battle, fought and retreated, gradually rejoining the Weasleys, and for a time managed to stabilize the situation.

"What are you doing! Stand next to me!"

Sirius Black suddenly grabbed Harry, who had just rushed out a couple of steps, and in the process, knocked away another werewolf.

"I want……"

"No!" Harry struggled briefly, but Sirius Black stopped him sharply. "You stay here! I'll protect you!"

"I don't need protection! I can fight!"

"Disarm you!"

As he spoke, Harry unleashed a disarming spell that sent one of the werewolves flying, but Sirius remained resolute, gripping Harry's arm tightly.

"That won't do! You can fight just as well if you're right next to me!"

Harry was speechless for a moment, about to say something, but the werewolves' sudden and more ferocious attack left him no time to speak.

After the initial surprise attack, the werewolves had regained their footing. Seven or eight of them entangled Moody, and with the sole purpose of trapping him, Moody lost his initial ferocity and instead became somewhat disheveled.

Everyone has magic, and even if you are a very powerful Aoro, it is impossible to easily face the attacks of several wizards at the same time.

Moody is just Moody, after all; he's not Dumbledore...

The tide of battle was turning subtly. The werewolves, with their overwhelming numerical advantage, were gradually falling into a disadvantageous position as the Order of the Phoenix focused more on defense. Apart from Lupin, who was still one-on-one with Greyback, the others were in a sorry state.

"what!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out, immediately drawing everyone's attention. Harry looked in the direction of the sound and his eyes widened in horror.

"Tonks!"

"Fletcher!"

Tonks collapsed to the ground, motionless, covered in blood, as if dead. Beside her, Mundungus continued to howl pitifully, his body engulfed in black flames, his hands flailing wildly as if trying to grab something, but everyone moved away from him, watching helplessly as his movements grew weaker and weaker until he collapsed to the ground, turning into charred remains.

"Straid!"

"What did you do?!"

Harry roared, glaring at the person standing by with his hands at his sides, and lunged forward to punch Ike hard. Sirius, of course, wouldn't let Harry do anything foolish, and grabbed his arm tightly. Moody also took the opportunity to run back, and together with Sirius, they controlled the impulsive Harry, but both stared at Ike with bloodshot eyes.

Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Fleur instinctively covered their mouths, tears welling up in their eyes. Bill and the others gripped their wands even tighter, the veins on the backs of their hands bulging, and they trembled slightly.

Ike smiled slightly, waved his left hand, and the still-burning black flames slowly shrank and gradually extinguished. At the same time, his right hand moved his wand, and his body disappeared from the spot once again.

"Damn it! Coward! Come out here!"

"You were going to kill me! I'm right here!"

Come on!

"traitor!"

"Voldemort's lackey!"

Harry kept cursing, but Ike didn't appear. Instead, his words made the werewolves, who had stopped moving on their own, start moving again.

The loss of two members in an instant greatly boosted the morale of the werewolves, who grinned and launched an even more ferocious attack, plunging the Order of the Phoenix into another fierce battle.

"Hahaha... Well done, little master!"

Greyback laughed wildly, excitedly tearing his clothes off to reveal his chest covered in thick body hair. His eyes flashed with even more ferocity as he stared intently at Lupin in front of him, spitting as he spoke.

"You're next!"

(End of this chapter)