Owoo!"
Seeing the lightning about to strike Professor McGonagall, Milo used all his strength, appearing beside her as if by instantaneous movement, and tackled Professor McGonagall to the ground.
The lightning, having missed its target and pierced through the Corridor Bridge, surprisingly struck again, aiming for Professor McGonagall and Milo.
Everyone now saw clearly that it was a spiral longsword wreathed in lightning.
"Milo!"
Nina slid the brown suitcase along the ground towards Professor McGonagall. Milo caught it and immediately opened the case, and Seth, the Long-Horned Water Snake, slithered out.
"Clang!"
Amidst the clash of metal, Seth used his two horns to knock the longsword away, and at the same time, a small figure leaped from his back, landing on Seth's head.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Puckchi Yvel calmly shot a volley of arrows, continuously striking the still-tumbling longsword, pushing it into the air.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Thunderbird Lucy, with a shared understanding, summoned lightning, and bolts of thunder descended from the sky, striking the longsword to the ground.
Professor McGonagall looked at the now glowing red longsword with lingering fear, and with a flick of her wand, the stone bricks on the Corridor Bridge flowed like water, pressing down on the still restless longsword.
"Phew~ That was really dangerous!"
Rubbing Milo's head vigorously, Professor McGonagalllet out a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Nina, and these little ones too."
"As long as you're alright!"
Nina ran over to help her up, then had Lucy follow Yvel and Seth back into the suitcase.
Thunderbird Lucy had not yet grown up, and summoning lightning without a storm had already left her somewhat fatigued.
There was also no water on the Corridor Bridge, so Seth, the Long-Horned Water Snake, couldn't exert his full strength, and his two horns had just been severed.
As for Puckchi Yvel, considering there was still a Basiliskhiding in the shadows, it was best for her, the archer with excellent eyesight, to withdraw from the battle.
At this moment, the dust raised by Professor Flitwick's Exploding Charm had dispersed, leaving only three Dark Wizards fighting the lion pack.
Upon realizing that the magic sword had not only failed to kill Professor McGonagall but had been controlled, they were clearly anxious.
"Bone-Shattering!"
One Dark Wizard cleared a path with a Crushing Charm, and the other two rushed onto the Corridor Bridge.
"Diffindo!"
"Blinding Sandstorm!"
"Whirlwind Swirl!"
The three Professors attacked simultaneously with a tacit understanding, instantly breaking through the Dark Wizards' Shield Charms and disrupting their offensive.
"Avada Kedavra!" x2
"Expelliarmus!" x3
"Boom!"
Emerald green light and crimson light collided on the Corridor Bridge, and a violent explosion destroyed the entire bridgehead, with a furious shockwave sweeping in all directions.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Nina, getting up from the ground, wiped the blood from her lips and pointed her wand at Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout, who were disheveled and covered in dust.
"Moon God's Blessing! Nature's Gift!"
A soft moon-white aura and a vibrant emerald-green glow, full of life, appeared on the Professors, healing the injuries they had just sustained.
Professor McGonagall nodded to her, then looked with a solemn expression at the two Dark Wizards who were severely wounded and near death.
"Who exactly are these guys?"
"Who knows? But I'm sure even the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic couldn't find many as formidable as them."
Professor Flitwick scratched his head, feeling that decades of teaching had made his dueling skills somewhat rusty; if it had been in the past, he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state.
"But thankfully, there's only one Dark Wizard left, and of course, this group of Acromantulas."
Professor Sprout felt great distress seeing the large number of magical plants torn to shreds by the Acromantula group.
"I'll go take him out!"
Just as Flitwick was about to call out to Milo, the Cat-Leopard, to act together, Nina stopped him.
"Dean! Look! The Basilisk is here!"
The three Professors looked towards the Forbidden Forest, where a large number of Acromantulas were crawling out again.
Under the moonlight, they could clearly see a large snake coiled around a giant Acromantula in the center.
...
"Professor Heller, are you sure?"
Elvis Heller's heart sank as he looked at Karl and Dumbledore with uncertainty and surprise.
Could it be that they were prepared again? But... how could that be?
In Elvis Heller's original plan, besides luring Dumbledoreaway from Hogwarts, to prevent unexpected interference from the school's Professors, especially Snape, who disliked him, he had other arrangements.
That was to use the Basilisk to subdue the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest and use hunger to fuel their ferocious nature.
When he opened the array and collected the spirits, the Basilisk and his Dark Wizards would lead the Acromantula clan to attack Hogwarts Castle, attracting the attention of the school's Professors.
Few people entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest, let alone the territory of the Acromantulas; even Hagridwouldn't go there.
So... how did they find out?
Even if they could avoid Hagrid and the Centaurs' patrols, the dangers in the Forbidden Forest were enough to deter Young Wizards who didn't follow school rules.
"You were prepared all along? Why?"
Elvis Heller first roared madly, then quickly calmed down.
"Never mind, it's come to this, why doesn't matter anymore. You forced my hand."
"I'd like to see if you can survive the wrath of that Lord, even if it's just a weapon tainted with a trace of his divine power."
Before his words faded, Elvis Heller quickly reversed his long spear and, without hesitation, impaled himself.
Karl: (⊙o⊙)
Huh? What the heck? Self-destruction?
"Be careful, Karl!"
Dumbledore put away his smile, holding his wand horizontally across his chest, and an invisible wind swirled around him, making his robes flap.
Elvis Heller, impaled by the long spear, did not fall. An ominous blood-red light bloomed from the wound, more intense and dangerous than any time before.
"Ah! Kill, kill, kill! Roar!"
Accompanied by an inhuman roar, his body became deformed and twisted, its bizarre appearance truly terrifying.
One eye was sunken, while the other was exceptionally prominent, filled with several blood-red pupils.
His head was abnormally large, his hair stood up like boar bristles, his mouth split open to his ears, and his gaping maw held long fangs.
Karl: (#°Д°)
Has this guy mutated?
"Kill!"
Elvis Heller stomped and shattered the plaza, charging forward like an arrow.
Good heavens! Did you walk onto the wrong set?
As Karl grumbled inwardly, he opened his palm, and a group of Fiendfyre-shaped beasts appeared, roaring and charging.
However, Elvis Heller wielded his long spear with wide, sweeping movements, and amidst the surging blood-red light, he endured the burning and dispersed the Fiendfyrebeasts.
Seeing this, Dumbledore swung his wand, and a fierce gale roared to life.
"Roar!"
Elvis Heller held his long spear horizontally in front of him, resisting the incoming infinite power.
When the long spear bent and was about to reach his chest, he suddenly exerted force, shattering Dumbledore's spell.
Immediately, the plaza collapsed, stones flew wildly, and the raging wind blew back into Karl's face.
Dumbledore nonchalantly stroked his beard, lightly tapping his wand, and the plaza's flagstones flowed and reshaped.
Rows of heavy cavalry held up their long spears, and with a muffled sound, they charged towards Elvis Heller with an overwhelming momentum.
Karl's mind stirred, and he wrapped a layer of Fiendfyrearound the heavy cavalry.
Then he shielded Dumbledore in front of him, carefully observing this duel between masters.