The Dark Lord is coming!
To be honest, there are not many wizards in Hogwarts today, but those who have the strength and courage to resist the darkness are really rare.
Most ordinary wizards would immediately think of running away.
However, within the confines of Hogwarts, Apparition cannot be used, and they may not be able to escape if they want to. Because this time Voldemort's attack was quite astonishing in momentum and scale.
As Maka expected, the main force of the attack was the Black Death - those guys whose souls were eroded by the Bewitched Monument. Each one of them turned into a meteor filled with black energy, fiercely impacting towards Hogwarts.
The number of Black Death disciples was astonishing. Maka only roughly estimated that there were hundreds. You know, each of these guys can resist a dozen ordinary adult wizards.
During this period, Voldemort's underground activities were ongoing. Even though the members of the Order of the Phoenix have always been against them, he still gathered so many "victims" in the end.
If it weren't for the fact that most of the Black Death Apostles were unable to retain too much sense, they would be a group of terrifying combat forces that would make the magic community around the world fear them.
Under the command of Minerva McGonagall, several professors stretched their wands over their heads, pointing at the sky above the castle, and released a series of powerful defensive spells.
These spells are based on area protection spells, superimposed and spliced together, covering the entire castle in the form of a hemispherical protective barrier.
It is worth mentioning that Slughorn, who was wearing a flamboyant bright green robe, also extended his wand at this time. His level of magic is extraordinary, and with his help, this barrier has become thicker.
Those Black Death disciples were flying very fast, and time was running out.
"We understand guests who do not want to participate in the war. Please enter the castle in an orderly manner..." Professor McGonagall was leading most of the frightened wizards to the castle. "Please don't panic. Please believe that we can handle it."
No matter whether you can really cope with it or not, it is necessary to at least stabilize everyone's emotions first. If you can't help, then please don't cause trouble - of course, you can't say it so openly.
While most people were busy working, Maka stood in the snow in the front yard, raising her head as if searching for the presence of a certain figure. However, he was not idle. Instead, he stretched out his staff and helped the professors increase the defensive ability of the barrier.
As long as he doesn't use the power of rules, his magic power is more than enough, not to mention that he is just doing it right now and his mind is elsewhere.
Not long after, the Black Deaths quickly crossed a distance of several miles and slammed into the barrier.
This time the impact was firmly transmitted to every wizard who applied the protective spell, and the barrier suddenly twisted like a balloon. If everyone hadn't accumulated a lot of defensive power, this first attack would probably have been broken in one fell swoop.
At this moment, Maka seemed to suddenly notice something and glanced back.
In fact, he didn't even need to look at it, he saw old Mr. Scamander opening his old suitcase, and all kinds of exotic animals were crawling out of the box.
The most numerous of them is Glaling, which is a breed of Pegasus, all gray and very fast. Their reproductive ability is not very strong, and I don’t know how Scamander managed to cultivate so many of them.
The largest ones are three griffons and one griffon. They originated from Greece and Egypt respectively. Although the Ministry of Magic considered that they are not extremely dangerous and classified them into the "XXXX" level, their combat capabilities are not inferior to those of fire dragons.
Seeing that all kinds of magical animals were still crawling out, Maka blinked and cast her sight into the air again. Looking further, he could witness the moment when Hogwarts became a zoo of exotic animals.
If Scamander could really command these magical animals, they could become a considerable fighting force.
In mid-air, the Black Death disciples flew into the sky again after a round of charged impact, and launched a series of attacks against the protective barrier. Faced with the impact of hundreds of Black Death Apostles, the protective barrier was like an under-inflated balloon and could be completely shattered at any time.
Maka is determined to get those elves to take action, but it's not the time yet. The magic power of the elves is not unlimited, and you need to wait a little longer before they can appear.
At the very least, they cannot be wasted on temporary defense.
At this moment, a burst of heavy footsteps sounded from the main entrance of the castle. The footsteps sounded like thousands of troops, but they were uniform, and each step was at the same point in time.
Maka knew that Professor McGonagall had brought all the guests back to the castle. Those footsteps were one of the existing known defensive spells of Hogwarts Castle, the Order of Stone Statues.
Theoretically, every wizard who is proficient in the art of transformation can make ten or even dozens of statues move and act according to the wishes of the caster. But if you want to control hundreds of stone statues to fight, you can't just rely on a magic spell.
All statues and armor inside and outside Hogwarts Castle are fixed with ancient magic. Once a master of transfiguration activates them, they can automatically fight to protect Hogwarts.
When all the stone statues leave the castle, Professor McGonagall will close the door. And when that time comes, the opportunity in Maka's heart will come.
What time do you want to ask? Of course, this is the time to show the strength of Hogwarts in front of all the guests today!
"Everyone, please be prepared to retreat to the castle at any time." Maka turned around and said, "Mr. Scamander, please take your friends to the back door. I think someone needs to be guarded there."
He didn't expect that the old gentleman would release so many magical animals, but you know, it's easy to release them, but it's not that easy to take them back. For now, he can only let him move somewhere.
"Okay, I'll take them to guard the back door!"
Although the old gentleman is very old, his body is still strong. He turned over and climbed onto the back of a Galling Pegasus. "Xilulu" quickly flew away, followed by a large group of animals of various shapes.
"Is there anyone outside the castle who hasn't returned yet?" Maka asked again.
Before he finished speaking, and without waiting for anyone else to answer, he suddenly turned back and looked at the sky. But at this moment, a group of black flames suddenly approached from the distance, dragging its long tail and slamming into the barrier.
With a crackling sound, the protective barrier finally could no longer hold up and shattered with a bang.
"go back!"
Except for Maka, all the wizards maintaining the barrier staggered back several steps, and the weaker astronomy professor Sinistra and Muggle Studies professor Bubbaji even fell to the snow.
The violent snowstorm that was originally blocked by the barrier rushed towards Hogwarts again. Mixed in the flying snow were the groups of Black Death disciples.
Maka looked at the black flame flying at the front, felt the restless power in it, and nodded secretly.
He had confirmed the identity of the visitor, and it was undoubtedly Voldemort himself. It's just that the time hasn't come yet yet, he still has to wait - wait for them to get close enough!
The professors immediately hurried back to the castle according to the previously agreed plan, and the door was quickly closed. Even though all the Stone Statue Knights have not been released yet, time does not allow Mag to do so.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
A series of crashing sounds suddenly sounded, and a large number of Black Deaths finally landed. Although Voldemort, who transformed into black flames, flew at the front, he stood among the Black Death disciples when he landed, looking at Maka coldly across the large swaths of swirling black air.
It seemed that the Dark Lord had suffered enough losses and finally became cautious.
"McLean, we haven't seen each other for a while." His tone was relatively calm, but the hatred and murderous intent lurking in it could not be concealed.
"Voldemort, are you here to attend Dumbledore's funeral?" Maka asked casually.
He was asking questions, and his eyes were looking directly at Voldemort, but his attention was not properly focused on Voldemort, and he was still sensing everything around him.
"Attending the funeral? Me?" Voldemort snorted, "What do you think?"
"After all, you are also one of Professor Dumbledore's students, aren't you?" Maka said perfunctorily, "You see, we are all the same, we were all students of Hogwarts."
"He never regarded me as his student." Voldemort stood there and did not make the first move. Even his Black Death disciples stopped moving and just surrounded Maka. "I just It's just a prop for him - a prop for him to show off his hypocrisy, do you understand?"
"That's just your own imagination. Is there any evidence to prove it?" Maka shrugged, but frowned slightly.
He was stalling for time because of his own preparation; but judging from Voldemort's behavior after he landed, he seemed to be stalling for time as well. Otherwise, with Voldemort's current caution, how could he stand and chat with him so cooperatively
In the case where both sides may have backhands, it depends on whose backhand is more powerful.
"... Do you still need to prove it?" Voldemort suddenly sneered. His whole body was shrouded in black flames, but people couldn't see his current expression clearly. "While I was in school, I won many awards for myself and Hogwarts." So many honors, but old man Dumbledore has been staring at me - does he think I can't notice? He has never trusted me!"
When Maka heard this, she took a good look at him, and then shook her head.
"You formed a gang in Hogwarts and used your classmates as servants and tools. But tell me, how can you be trusted?"
This sentence alone seemed to tell Voldemort that Maka's understanding of him was not limited to rumors.