I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 477 Above Berlin

A few jokes improved Irving's mood considerably.

Although her face was still a bit pale.

In truth, the wizards are not without ways to deal with the current battle in Berlin; the main problem is that they can't spare any manpower.

This is like setting a mountain on fire.

The person who sets the mountain on fire only needs to light one tree, but once the forest is ablaze, it takes hundreds or thousands of people to put it out.

Moreover, there was more than one arson point this time.

The attacks on Paris, Cairo, and Athens were invariably carried out by creatures such as the "Purgers," Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires.

Those creatures are much harder to deal with than mindless zombies.

Even if we hand this over entirely to the Muggle army, they can eventually resolve it, but the casualties will be heavy.

That's why Irving and his team came here.

Perhaps it was a guilty conscience?

Perhaps it was the influence that Bill and Fleur had on them.

In short, that's how they got here.

About half an hour later, the rain was still pouring down, but within the curtain of rain, something seemed to be quietly approaching.

"Something's coming." These words instantly filled the air with a tense and uneasy atmosphere.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the distance, their heartbeats unusually clear despite being drowned out by the downpour.

Lyon and Gilles temporarily joined the army.

Armed with rifles, they were positioned not far from the little wizard, on a defensive line made of barbed wire and vehicles.

In the distance, those things gradually came into view; their behavior was bizarre, like that of wild beasts.

The number was astonishing, surging in dense, overwhelming numbers, like demons crawling out of hell.

"So many undead?" Harry's hand holding the wand turned slightly white.

"Much more than what's at the bottom of the lake in the center of the cave."

"How many people have met with misfortune?" Hermione frowned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Possibly—" Owen paused, "...countless."

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck the young wizards' hearts like a heavy hammer.

The wizarding wars are as childish as street brawls compared to the Muggle wars.

Even Hermione, Harry, Ron, and the twins, who were among the young wizards present and had experienced the War of the Sea Gods, had only ever seen battlefields that were at most chaotic battles involving thousands of people.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters, despite being the most evil and powerful dark wizards in history, are far too morally upright compared to Taylor, the sixth of the five tyrants of Africa.

It's no wonder that Bill Fleur and his group reacted so strongly to this war.

Their moral standards are indeed too high; the world has only just begun to show a little bit of cruelty, yet it has already had a huge impact on them.

What they don't know is that the bottom line for humanity can be extended much, much further.

If Voldemort could truly exchange souls with certain humanoid creatures on the African continent, he would never have been so gentle in his enmity with Dumbledore.

To put it bluntly, what those people did was to use the poison to control the young wizards, ordering them to kill their parents and rape their sisters, turning these young wizards into completely inhuman killing machines, and then sending them to Hogwarts to self-destruct with Dumbledore.

Whether or not the headmaster is killed is not important. What's important is to force Dumbledore to become more impulsive and ruthless, thereby dragging him down with him.

Slaughter, extermination, any force supporting the opposing side, and neutral forces.

As both sides repeatedly push the boundaries of human morality, justice and evil lose their meaning on this hellish ruin. Who lives and who dies also loses their significance, because you and I are both demons.

Of course, Voldemort would never do that.

After all, he still wanted to become the uncrowned king of the magical world.

The world is gone, what's the point of all this fuss?

At this moment, countless corpses in the distance had advanced to within a kilometer of them.

Infections do not discriminate between humans and animals; ancient magic has a mutating effect on all organisms, even plants.

The canine corpses at the forefront were already less than a few hundred meters away from them.

Harry was the first young wizard who couldn't sit still.

He cast a spell, and a gray light streaked across the dark, damp, and cold night, striking a canine corpse.

The next moment, the corpse exploded into pieces.

Others followed suit, targeting the four-legged corpses.

But as they prepared to deal with the large army of undead in the distance, Owen spoke up to stop them, saying, "It's not time yet."

"Move closer and lure out all the undead in the city."

Harry, who was about to cast some kind of fire magic, was taken aback.

He immediately withdrew his wand.

They understood Owen's intention, of course: only by luring out all the undead could they annihilate them in one fell swoop and reduce subsequent trouble.

They didn't want to see Irving use his own blood to lure the undead again.

As time went on, the number of undead increased, surging densely like a black ocean approaching them.

The Muggles also maintained restraint, with only sporadic gunshots rang out as they took down a few four-legged ghouls rushing to their deaths.

The NATO commander shared Irwin's idea.

A large number of artillery pieces, tanks, and armed helicopters emerged from behind them.

The reconnaissance plane swept across the sky and headed towards the city, closely monitoring the movements of the undead.

Time passed by, second by second.

A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air; both Muggles and wizards were left with nothing but waiting.

Finally, when the vanguard of the Infernals was less than 500 meters away, Owen took a deep breath and stood up, his body somewhat weary, from the damp mud. He nodded to the other young wizards beside him.

The group understood each other perfectly.

The hand gripping the wand slowly rose, and a distant incantation from the stars began to flow from the lips.

A dark blue glow, like mist, rose from the tips of their wands.

The heavy rain is still falling.

Under the illumination of this radiant light hidden in the mist, every raindrop seemed to shimmer with the light of a galaxy.

The fog continued to rise, soon reaching the height of the dark clouds.

The dark, inky clouds resembled an ink painting, with bright colors swirling within them, and in an instant, the churning clouds changed color.

Van Gogh's starry night unfolds in two dimensions, spreading outwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The area is a bit small."

Looking up at the sky, Irving muttered to himself.

He misjudged the number of undead.

He originally thought he'd be lucky to get tens of thousands, but now...

There are far more than that number that can be seen with the naked eye; they are densely packed, surging in like a tide, sending chills down one's spine.

He quickly adjusted his strategy and said to the others around him who were not involved in the magic, "Neville, George, Fred, and Ginny, watch your surroundings. I'm worried that a dark wizard might come and attack us."

The group nodded, their expressions turning serious. They were all intelligent people and understood that Irving's concerns were not unfounded.

With such a large-scale spellcasting, the Death Eaters couldn't be blind and deaf. Hidden in the city, they would surely intervene at the opportune moment.

With that, his gaze hardened, and he raised his wand, casting the same spell of the stars.

In an instant, a cloud of galactic mist, far exceeding all that Hermione and the others had released, shot straight into the sky.

The total amount of nebulae in the high sky expanded instantly.

It almost doubled.

The cold, rainy night was illuminated by the dazzling starlight.

Owen put his wand away.

We no longer need him.

"Origin Stream: Creation Star Rain!"

In the sky, a meteor shower unfolds slowly like a scroll in the night sky. Each meteor is like a line of poetry casually written in a book of the sky, brilliant yet fleeting.

They streaked across the sky, burning with passion, traversing the silent darkness, and hurtling towards the earth.

At first, shooting stars were scattered sparsely across the night sky, like teardrops from distant stars, silently sliding down.

But as time went on, the number of meteors gradually increased, and they intertwined to form a dazzling curtain of light, adorning the entire sky like a beautiful painting.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Explosions echoed one after another, and meteors, like burning arrows, streaked across the sky at astonishing speed, hurtling towards the ground with dazzling light. It was as if they were fulfilling a romantic promise between the sky and the earth.

As the stars fall, blazing flames explode on the earth, and the flying sparks leap, flicker, and dance in the darkness like night sprites.

"My God!"

Is this the end of the world?

"Is this magic?"

In the woods, countless Muggles looked up.

The tank driver opened his hatch, and the commander in the armored vehicle rolled down his window. The soldiers marching along the roadside holstered their weapons; everyone was stunned by this miraculous scene.

"Sirocco, go ahead." Owen casually pulled the small white beast from his arms.

After removing the rune collar from its neck, Sirocco leaped onto Hermione's shoulder.

The area covered by the Starfall Rain is too large.

It's difficult to get a full view from the ground; she needs to stand higher.

It's a pity I didn't have time to bring Bakal with me on this trip.

But—a kitten is enough.

Apparition—Sirocco and Hermione vanished from their spot in an instant.

When they found her again, the girl was already over a thousand meters in the air.

Owen hadn't had a chance to teach her the flight spell yet.

However, after casting a spell to slow down her fall, her descent suddenly slowed.

They drifted and floated like falling leaves.

The descent time was enough for Hermione to control the direction of the Starfall from the air.

"Harry, that's enough, stop now." He stopped Harry from continuing to cast the spell "Star Rain".

"Ron, you too."

"Be vigilant; someone will definitely be unable to resist making a move."

The Yin Corpse is not an ominous sign; it lacks the ability to repair itself, and a single round of Creation Star Rain is sufficient.

Several rounds of bombardment were just a waste of magic.

Compared to mindless beasts, dark wizards lurking in the shadows are clearly far more dangerous.

"They shouldn't number too many," Owen added. "Otherwise, they would have come and killed the Muggle army here long ago, instead of letting the Inferi run rampant in the city."

"I know." Harry gripped his wand and nodded.

The others also became alert, their eyes gleaming as they surveyed their surroundings.

Irving took a deep breath, his body enveloped in white mist, and then soared into the sky.

Thanks to Grandpa for improving the flight spell.

He used it during the time the Brazilian divinely ordained tower was built.

But the person we should thank the most is Voldemort, who invented the Flying Charm. Oh well, it doesn't matter. The Death Eaters fly with black smoke, while ours fly with white smoke. It's obviously different. Besides, Tom can come and ask him for royalties.

"Hmph—couldn't hold back anymore?"

With the blessing of ancient magic, Owen's perception of magic was incredibly sharp. In the distance, what appeared to be just a small black dot to ordinary people, a billowing cloud of black smoke, was clearly visible to Owen as a human figure hidden within it.

"Flying so fast, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Irving gave a cold laugh.

He immediately waved his wand, "Avada Kedavra—"

With a flick of the wand, a blindingly bright green light shot straight toward the black mist. The green light collided with the black mist, as if striking something, and a green light burst forth from within the black mist. Immediately afterwards, a small creature wrapped in a black robe fell from the sky.

"snort--"

Owen flew around Hermione, constantly alert to their surroundings. About a kilometer away, more black mist was surging towards them.

"That guy just now wasn't very good; he was a Death Eater," Owen shouted to Hermione.

"Who knows? Maybe it's the Purifiers, or some other dark wizarding organization. In any case, they're entangled with Voldemort," Hermione replied, her eyes fixed on the ever-flowing black mist, her heart filled with worry.

"Judging by his build, he looks like a fairy," Owen continued. "He's probably a member of the Fairy Brotherhood."

"Will Harry and the others be in danger?" Hermione manipulated the stars. Although the Creation Star Shower was not a destructive meteor shower, and the falling meteors were beyond the wizard's control, the caster could control the meteors' direction and location to target the desired destruction by manipulating the position of the nebula.

However, this is very mentally taxing. Although the little witch under the starry sky can still cast spells with her other hand, she can probably only cast simple spells without a wand, such as the Levitation Spell.

It wouldn't help in the fight against Irving.

"There will definitely be dangers, but they've practiced the spells for half a semester, so there's nothing wrong with putting them to the test." Owen glanced at the ground.

They discovered that Harry and his friends had already engaged in combat with the goblins.

"You should have faith in them; ordinary fairies can't defeat them," he said calmly, his voice revealing a hint of pride and trust.

Hermione nodded in understanding.

The young wizard is no longer the same as he once was. The goblins of a few years ago would have no chance against the current Harry.

"I know," she said, her gaze suddenly sharpening as she stared intently behind Owen.

"Wait, watch out behind you."

Her eyes widened instantly, and a dark green light shone in her pupils.

"I've been watching," Owen replied calmly, then suddenly dispelled his flight magic, his body plummeting from the sky. This unexpected action surprised Hermione and the black-robed wizard in the distance.

However, in the instant they were stunned, a deadly curse silently struck. Owen, as if he had anticipated it, nimbly rolled in the air and dodged the fatal attack.

After somersaulting several times in the air, he quickly adjusted his posture and waved his wand rapidly.

"They've all turned to stone."

"The Divine Edge is Without a Shadow."

(End of this chapter)