A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 960 Cavalry vs. Infantry

Nott stared in disbelief as he watched the young wizard attempt to hold off the army single-handedly.

Riding atop the giant, he sneered, "You really think you're the Dark Lord?!"

Even the Dark Lord... he didn't believe that he could remain unscathed in the face of sheer numbers.

I'll wear you down, I'll wear you down!

Good, killing this Stark who's courting death will definitely be a huge achievement!

I believe that the Dark Lord felt even more relieved than if he had killed Potter.

Several hundred meters away, William walked at a leisurely pace, from south to north. He came in a straight line.

In fact, he had anticipated an army of undead, but he had not expected the appearance of giants and orc legions.

Especially considering the sheer number of them.

It seems that Old Tom did something during his trip to the United States.

He was at least adept at winning over pure-blood families.

However, as I said before:

The Dark Lord is a remnant of the old era, and there is no ship in the new era capable of carrying him.

Now that these pure-blood families with ulterior motives have all jumped out to support the Dark Lord, it saves William the trouble of having to vet them one by one later.

So don't be fooled by the commotion today; they'll surely be held accountable later.

William's notebook already contains a lot of records about the pure-blood families that need to be dealt with after the war.

What's the point of harvesting small leeks? It's much more exciting to plunder the rich and divide their wealth.

Of course, we still need to be careful in this battle.

While trolls and orcs are not as powerful as giants, they have the advantage of sheer numbers.

Their adult size is over three meters tall and they weigh more than a ton.

On the battlefield, it would be a formidable weapon once a charge begins.

William's confidence in facing this challenge alone was well-founded.

He raised his wand, and thirty knight statues jumped out of the safety chart.

They landed on the ground with a loud, booming sound.

Now that he had information about the little black robe, William certainly couldn't be completely unprepared.

In fact, the school had already considered the security issues of the train before the end of the previous academic year.

With a shortage of manpower, Professor McGonagall once again remembered her "happiness charm".

The guardian stone sculptures and armor of Hogwarts were the only one among her many hobbies that stood alongside Quidditch.

Back then, the Wizard Chess pieces, which were part of the fourth-floor restricted area, were designed by McGonagall.

Three years ago, in order to defend against Sirius's invasion, she also made many stone sculptures and placed them in the Gryffindor common room as dog-beating sticks.

Sirius Black truly experienced its power and still has a phobia of statues.

These are just minor things. Professor McGonagall's wish list includes one item:

Create the "Happy Spell" Legion.

Professor McGonagall was the only one who hadn't seen the Terracotta Army; otherwise, she might have been so excited by the treasure trove of Qin Shi Huang's models that she fainted.

Don't ask, the answer is simply the depth of love!

Therefore, she made many more knight statues this summer, all of which William brought with her.

Cavalry versus infantry

A horse versus no horse...

William was the first to experience double the joy.

He raised his hand, and all the stone sculptures raised their arms and bows!

Nott looked at the stone knight who had suddenly appeared, but he felt a little disdainful.

He knew about the guards at Hogwarts because they had appeared during the last Wizarding War.

But according to his understanding, at this distance, if he were to fire immediately, accuracy would be quite difficult.

To injure the enemy is even more difficult; unless the shot hits a fatal spot, the effect is minimal.

His subordinates were all tough-skinned giants and orcs, making things even more difficult.

He also trained orcs in throwing weapons and was quite familiar with their range and lethality.

It seems that the Starks are not only arrogant, but also naive in war, and will suffer a great loss!

The two sides were seventy meters apart. The stone knight, with his bow drawn as full as a moon, fired three arrows in one go.

Then, a scene that shocked Nott unfolded.

Nearly a hundred arrows, with a loud bang, swiftly pierced the air and flew away in a straight line, completely defying common sense.

This clearly demonstrates the terrifying power of these alchemical items!

Nott instinctively bent over and turned his shoulder to the side. The iron arrow that had pierced through his head barely grazed his cheek, leaving a cut.

If he had been poisoned, he would be dead by now!

With a series of muffled thuds, many of the running orcs suddenly fell backward, a crossbow bolt driven into their heads and piercing their skulls.

The trolls have dull, gray skin, like granite, and possess high magical defense.

But its weakness lies in its head.

A single heavy blow from a large wooden club could knock them unconscious, let alone the weapons crafted by the centaurs, which the stone knights would have to pull back.

If centaurs were here, their firing range would be wider, and they could inflict greater damage.

This is pure racial talent.

They are also the best fighting force for the Kite Giants and the Orc Legion.

William rode a divine horse and galloped toward the trolls and orcs.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The other person was probably just internally laughing at him for not understanding "range".

The original stone carving did indeed have a limited range.

But how could William, who possessed Nicol's "Book of Alchemy," not find a way to improve it?

It's just that the cost and the process are much more difficult, but that doesn't mean it's impossible!

Kid, you underestimated the power of the Deathly Hallows.

Thirty stone knights, along with William, fought against three hundred orcs and giants.

It can be described as the magical version of Thermopylae.

From a distance of 100 meters, the stone knights continuously fired a rain of arrows.

Nott watched the cavalry's one-sided slaughter of the infantry on the battlefield and snarled, "Throw spears and lances!"

Each troll and orc was equipped with a spear and an iron club.

You can use bows and arrows; we're not just sitting around doing nothing.

In an instant, all the orcs threw their spears.

These magical creatures are already incredibly powerful, and with the training of the Nott family, each of their projectiles is fired at an astonishing speed.

After a volley of throws, although the accuracy wasn't great, the sheer number of throws resulted in four stone sculptures being smashed to pieces!

William gripped his wand, twirled it in his hand, and a mirrored shield appeared in front of him, deflecting all the close-range spears and lances.

The two sides exchanged fire continuously, closing the distance of 100 meters in an instant and engaging in close combat.

The divine horse was enormous, and its forward stride was as powerful as thunder.

William rode on top and charged into the pack of beasts, waving his wand and unleashing a net of spells.

Seven or eight giant monsters charged head-on, their heads exploding, their flesh mangled, and they fell to the ground dead one by one.

The cleanest and most efficient method, but also the most shocking.

In the blink of an eye, Nott saw the young wizard in the herd of beasts, with a shocking, bloody path behind him.

The horde of beasts was cleaved in two, creating a road several meters wide.

William charged forward alone, in a straight line.

He and his dozens of stone sculptures shattered the entire formation!

The young man suddenly turned his head, glanced at Nott with his dark green eyes, and then grinned.

He was smiling, but suddenly he felt... a chill run through his body.

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