I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 585 The Final Battle at Hogwarts (Part 3)

The Muggle government cannot tolerate the failure of the anti-Voldemort wizarding alliance.

All EU member states must not tolerate the failure of the anti-Voldemort coalition of wizards.

The five virtuous men could not tolerate the failure of the anti-Voldemort coalition of wizards.

For the wizards of the Anti-Voldemort League, there was only one path they could take: victory.

If they fail, NATO will ruthlessly use all means to kill all the wizards, and indiscriminate saturation nuclear strikes will be the inevitable choice.

Muggles are more afraid of Voldemort taking power than the Order of the Phoenix.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts.

There were over a thousand wizards who poured into the castle to help in the battle.

More people are on their way.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the decisive battle became even more intense.

Theseus Scamander is grouping these people.

They need to develop a plan instead of acting haphazardly.

"We only have one hour, so we need to act quickly! The Hogwarts teachers and the Order of the Phoenix have jointly devised a battle plan. Professors Flitwick, Sprout, and McGonagall will each lead a combat team to the three tallest towers: Ravenclaw Tower, the Astronomy Tower, and the Gryffindor Tower. They offer excellent views and advantageous positions for casting spells."

"Arthur, Moody, Lupin, you lead a team from the Federation Excavation Committee into the playground to fight. We also need people to organize the defense of the other entrances to the school."

"We'll take charge of one direction!" said the Federation's Secretary General, the Senegalese pure-blood wizard Serfis Kamar.

"My grandfather was a hero of the First Global Wizarding War, and I inherited his courage. I hope that in the future, when people refer to him, they will say, 'He was the grandfather of a hero in the Second Global Wizarding War!'"

Theseus Scamander looked at her and then nodded.

"I know your grandfather well; we fought side by side. Don't let her down."

He then looked at the Federation and the coalition of wizards from around the world: "We plan to establish four special operations teams, led by Zhang Xiaolin (Da Ming), Sirius (British), Vladimir (Russian), and Roy Sylph (French), respectively."

"I need a surprise weapon."

"Let me do it." At this moment, Koyatl stepped forward.

"Headmistress Euryale Hicks has granted me the authority to command the Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States."

"Principal Yullari Hicks?" Theseus Scamander was taken aback. According to his intelligence, this principal had become the president of the Magical Congress of the United States last year.

As one of the few wizards in the United States with the qualifications and strength, and who has not yet been tragically united with the Purifiers, her move into Woolworth Building is a popular choice.

"Okay." Theseus Scamander nodded.

"I'll go with you," Ron said, stepping forward and taking the girl's hand.

"Hmm—" Koyatl nodded simply, without saying anything more.

"In addition, we need a reserve force in case of special circumstances that require someone to handle them, or if a certain direction is breached, they can provide immediate support."

"Let us do it!" George and Fred stepped forward.

"We've prepared a lot of good stuff; those Death Eaters should have a good taste."

Theseus Scamander nodded in agreement.

"Then the rest of you, go forth and attack freely. Magic doesn't need to be too constrained. The battlefield is ever-changing, and we need more flexible thinking."

Most of Dumbledore's army were assigned to guard the school and to guard the corridors.

In other words, they will only face the battlefield if their defenses are breached and the Death Eaters break through.

This is Theseus Scamander's protection of the young wizards.

This angered Hannah, Justin, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and other DA members. They wanted to be responsible for defending one of the entrances.

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The hall was in chaos as the wizards from various countries moved swiftly.

After all, time is precious and shouldn't be wasted.

Unfortunately, no other intelligent races came to their aid.

Although the giants inherited a great favor, they were terrified and had no desire to participate in the war between wizards.

The fairies were wiped out by Voldemort.

The centaurs will come to fight, and Professor Sprout has sent people into the Forbidden Forest to contact them.

However, the centaurs' strength was limited, and the help they could provide was negligible.

As for the other intelligent races, namely the mermaids in the Black Lake at Hogwarts and the elves in the kitchen.

Vampires and werewolves are not on their side at all.

"Irving!"

Harry ran toward the north gate of Hogwarts, the main entrance to the castle, which was connected to the other side of the cliff by a large bridge.

"The great battle has already begun?" Owen, who had just returned from the school infirmary, looked at Harry and found the wariness in his eyes strange.

"No." Harry swallowed hard, then said, "You're back?"

"What do you mean?" Owen glared at him. "Is the one standing in front of you a ghost who didn't come back?"

"Uh—" Harry chuckled awkwardly and said, "Welcome, welcome back!"

"Sacred gold."

"Oh, right!" Harry said quickly, as if remembering something. "Professor McGonagall told me to have you open the castle's defenses. I don't know what that means, but she said you do."

"Hmm?" Owen was somewhat surprised. "Can't the professor do it herself?"

Professor McGonagall said she used to be able to, but not anymore.

"Not now?" Owen stood in front of the main gate, turned to look at the castle, where the gate towers and interior walls were densely covered with carvings of many armored warriors.

This is the castle's defense system since ancient times. How could Professor McGonagall say that she cannot activate it?

Is it

Owen pondered for a moment, then took out his crystal wand, faced the castle, and said, "Stone! Bodies! Attack!"

The next second, his staff tip shot out a powerful ancient magic.

The magic swept through the entire castle like a tide.

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang followed immediately after Irving cast the spell.

To the astonishment of countless onlookers, the sculptures on the outer walls of Hogwarts suddenly came to life.

The ancient magical puppets, several feet tall, crashed to the ground like meteorites.

One, two, three.

more and more.

Although those ancient magical golems, with their metallic bodies radiating a ghostly blue light, were still few in number, only about a dozen, the rest were all ordinary stone giants.

But the number is simply outrageous.

One puppet after another squeezed out of the wall, as if there were no end in sight.

In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of puppets.

They stood in neat rows, holding longswords or spears, crowding together as they surged toward the gates of Hogwarts.

"That's spectacular!" Harry exclaimed involuntarily.

"Yes!" Hermione chimed in.

"That's not all—" Irving had barely finished speaking.

Suddenly, the spires of the towers representing the four colleges inside the castle lit up with a bright, milky-white glow.

The silvery light spread slowly outwards like a veil.

Gradually, the entire castle was enveloped.

"This is?"

"It should be some kind of magical item. A protective one," Owen explained. "It's probably a backup plan left by Dumbledore."

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Harry looked nostalgic.

He had no idea that the principal had already arranged everything.

"That's not enough." Owen suddenly raised his wand. "These magical items need to be replenished with magic."

He spotted the flaw in the defensive barrier at a glance; he was far too sensitive to magic.

"Super-strong armor protects you! Impregnable!! All protected!!!"

His wand shot out spells like threads, which quickly merged into the shield, reinforcing and accelerating its formation.

"Ultimate Ironclad Charm! Impregnable!! Protect all!!!" After him, Hermione also raised her wand.

Then more and more people joined.

in all directions.

All the wizards were now raising their wands; there were a thousand, two thousand, or even more.

In an instant, everyone was in a daze. The tiny lights created by the wizard's belief suddenly converged, shining brightly and forming a river!

It was as spectacular as sunlight shooting from the earth to the sky.

It seemed like dawn was breaking at that moment.

The light barrier began to undergo a dramatic transformation. The originally somewhat thin barrier gradually became thick and tough, with ancient silver runes flowing across its surface and shimmering with dazzling light.

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On the other side of the cliff.

Voldemort stared coldly at Hogwarts in the distance.

His body was shrouded in a constantly shifting black mist, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

A magic wand, wrapped in a purple, tentacle-like object with silver patterns on its surface, was held in front of his chest.

The tentacles tightened and contracted, covered with some kind of hollows, breathing in sync with Voldemort's breathing, which was extremely eerie.

It extended all the way down to Voldemort's robes, where his left hand should have been.

His pale, long-fingered right hand was gently stroking the magic wand.

"You've disappointed me again, Severus!"

Voldemort spoke in his strange, rough voice, which sounded like it could mimic a human's: "You had six months to capture those two boys. But you didn't—"

"Master." At Voldemort's feet, Snape knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"Disappointing, but expected," Voldemort said. "I realized years ago that you are all unreliable. Only greater power, power comparable to that of the gods, can take me further."

"Master, I will prove myself useful. Let me go out and bring you Potter and that Sanchez," Snape said quickly. "I know I can find them, Master, please."

"No need to look for them," Voldemort said slowly. "They'll come to us. I know their weakness, especially Potter. He has a big flaw: he's all talk and no action, but no brains."

Snape looked up and his eyes met Voldemort's instantly.

That magic wand

He knew it perfectly well.

He then immediately lowered his head in fear and trepidation.

"Ha—" Voldemort withdrew his gaze from Snape.

He turned to look at Hogwarts in the distance.

"They just never learn their lesson."

"What a pity—"

"In that case—let's begin!"

After he finished speaking, a vast, dark mass of wizards appeared behind him. There were probably tens of thousands of them.

Together they raised their wands and unleashed a spell.

Countless rays of light of different colors streaked across the night!

Then, without any mercy, it was placed on the screen above the castle.

Suddenly, a muffled drumming sound rose and fell.

The wizards in the castle all looked solemnly at the sky filled with spells, their wands gripping tightly involuntarily.

However, the barrier left by Dumbledore seems to be far more sturdy than most people imagine.

Although the overwhelming incantations had a tremendous impact, they did not affect the screen at all.

until--

Countless golden rays shone from the clouds.

These halos gradually intertwined and wove together to form the ancient runic script.

The characters of the monastic name were nested together, eventually forming a Dharma ring.

"boom!!!"

The energy was enormous, like that of a meteorite impact.

It struck the screen directly, and instantly, the barrier's light dimmed slightly.

"It's about to break through," Irving whispered.

He turned to look at Hermione.

"Voldemort's spells are too powerful; his current strength is probably already very close to that of the ancient gods."

"The screen won't last long."

"I know," Hermione nodded. Her hand holding the wand turned slightly white.

"No, I mean, you go and gather the DA members and start building up the Origin Spell around you," Owen said succinctly. "The moment the barrier breaks, a whole bunch of Death Eaters will rush over."

"Using Origin Magic at this time will maximize the damage to the enemy!"

"I see!" Hermione and Harry both nodded, agreeing with Owen's idea.

Hermione then immediately took out the DA badge from her pocket and used it to contact the other members.

"Hey—we'll help too!"

As they were talking, the twins ran over.

"This thing is really heavy!"

As they spoke, they waved their wands, and a box suddenly floated up.

Upon opening, a group of puppets resembling the ancient puppets of Hogwarts jumped out.

However, these appear to be metal, not stone.

"This? What's different?" Owen pointed to their puppets and then to the ordinary stone pillars of Hogwarts.

"Hehe—of course there's a difference!" Fred chuckled, then took out a Rubik's Cube-like object from his pocket.

He reached out and pressed it a few times.

Suddenly, the puppets they created were surrounded by blue light, and they began to swing swords or draw bows; in short, these puppets were able to unleash magic.

"That's not all!" George said proudly, "Besides being able to cast magic, they can also control it manually!"

"You know, if we use pure magic to control it, the puppet's movements will be very clunky, and the puppet doesn't understand tactics. But if we control it remotely—"

"Awesome!" Irving gave them both a thumbs up.

If war weren't imminent, he would have gotten two from the twins no matter what, to experience the fun of remote-controlled puppets.

Perhaps we could even hold a world puppetry competition.

(End of this chapter)