At this time, he was naturally not a ghost, but the shield made it impossible to see his face. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Before he could fire the first spell, the glittering armor was cut open by Augustus, and blood gushed out.

"Take Nicholas with you, and I'll stop him." Gryffindor struggled to pull out his feet that had sunk into the ground, blocking another spell.

The tacit understanding between the two principals is still at a disadvantage, and it is really difficult to support one less.

The rest of the battlefield, under the watchful eye of Augustus, was moving in an unfavorable direction. The quality of students at Hogwarts is significantly higher than that of Peverell.

The statues that usually appeared everywhere on the campus were extremely powerful, and Muggle soldiers could do nothing about them. The smashing spell fired by the wizard only cracked their armor. Only a powerful spell can shatter them completely, but a simple 'restore to normal' will allow them to regain their strength and continue fighting.

Faced with an infinitely resurgent enemy, the Muggle army quickly collapsed, leaving only the Peverells struggling to hold on. Thankfully, the Muggle squires at Hogwarts had been routed early, which somewhat saved the day.

Phoenix pursed his lips with emotion, they didn't come up with the family's unique tactics, that is, one shield after another, forming a long snake and pressing the opponent layer by layer. If someone's shield is transfigured, the second row will immediately make up for it. Rely on a consistent spell to consume the enemy's living force, gradually surround the enemy, and finally form an encirclement, destroy the enemy in one go, and win an overwhelming victory.

This tactic had to ensure numerical superiority, as if Peverell didn't have that strength at this point. At this time, Peverell's population was at an all-time low, and if it weren't for a genius like Augustus, they wouldn't even be qualified to set foot in Britain again.

"You've trained these people well, Godric." Augustus had a cold anger in his tone, and his voice resounded throughout the battlefield, "This is exactly what I want! When it's all over, I'll turn them from corpses into warriors loyal to House Peverell. My family will regain glory in their hands! Towards Prosperity! And you, will be the first corpse. ”

By this time, Gryffindor was already lying in a pool of blood, foaming at the mouth and struggling to get up.

Augustus raised his wand, and a strange purple flame flew towards Gryffindor.

Ravenclaw popped up out of nowhere and stood in front of Gryffindor, her wand holding up a pale golden barrier, but the thing easily and unhindered through Ravenclaw's chest, and she seemed to let out a soft "oh" in surprise and fell to the ground motionless.

"Ro-Rowena-" Gryffindor reached out to grab Ravenclaw, who had collapsed to the ground.

"Mom-" A scream streaked across the battlefield, "Barrow-"

Maybe Barrow didn't have time, and no one stopped Augustus from approaching Gryffindor.

"It's okay, we'll meet sooner or later, don't worry." Augustus raised his eyebrows slightly and walked over. His figure obscured the sunlight and raised his wand again.

Gryffindor barely looked up, blood leaking from the wound in the corner of his right eye, making him barely able to open his eyes.

"Hogwarts isn't going to end there."

"Wait and see-" Augustus didn't finish his words, he quickly raised his right hand, and his shield blocked an Arvada Death Spell, and the hasty response made him fly.

In mid-air, two Thestrals were seen streaking across the battlefield. A chubby witch jumps down and shields Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Augustus tapped his shoulder, and a pair of wings broke through the gap in his armor and flapped his wings.

His face turned bad, and Slytherin and Hufflepuff rushed back, failing to achieve a quick victory. Slowly falling to the ground, all of a sudden, the wand slammed into the grass.

The viper, as thick as a hemp rope, was lifted from the ground by magic. Avada's curse ran towards the viper, but was stopped by a broken shield.

Hufflepuff raised his wand with a grim expression, and did not attack rashly. The Viper broke free from the spell and swam back to Hufflepuff's feet, transforming into a hooded wizard with a long thick beard that hung down to his knees, a hood that obscured most of his face, and like Augustus, with long black hair that gave him an unsettling look.

He wore a pair of dark green dueling gloves and pulled out his wand.

"We're going to give it our all, man." Slytherin whispered hoarsely, wand fiddling slightly to produce a spark or two.

It was a parseltongue, and Phoenix's eyes widened slightly. Legend has it that Slytherin's wand is made from a certain part of the basilisk and can understand the master's commands in a parseltongue. But no one can confirm it, because the wand is long gone.

"Okay, okay, two more to die." Augustus pretended to be indifferent and said.

Phoenix could see that on the battlefield, the Peverells were already in a rout. Many Hogwarts students began to gather towards him, and I am afraid that Augustus did not have the strength to single-handedly overthrow all the wizards present.

"Young Master," a wizard with a bloody face grabbed his arm, blood streaming down the edge of the mask, and he choked up, "We've lost, let's withdraw." ”

"Let go, I didn't lose." Augustus angrily pushed the comer away.

A faint but clear voice rang in Phoenix's ears.

"Have the courage to admit defeat, failure is not terrible, don't force an attack, resulting in defeat after defeat, and finally you can't afford to lose. Things are no longer in charge, and it is wise to retreat early. ”

It was impossible for the young and vigorous Augustus to understand this truth. Phoenix understands his current mood very well, and he has also experienced this experience, believing that it is not his own fault, but the weakness and incompetence of his companions and subordinates.

This kind of sentiment is not beneficial to the current situation at all.

The battle became extremely difficult, and the two headmasters were not much higher than Augustus, but more and more people began to attack him, leaving him exhausted by the spells that came from all directions. He was powerless to change the situation, and the wounds and blood loss that began to appear on his body made his reflexes and movements slower and slower, and the spells that flew towards him became more and more numerous and denser.

A dozen spells hit the shield, and he fell to the ground, panting and struggling to get up. The blood that flowed from his mouth fell to the ground like a thin line.

Looking at the corpses around him, there was not a single wizard or soldier around him, and the Hogwarts students formed a semicircular array, raising their wands and pointing at Augustus.

"Merlin is all settled?"

"It's all settled, sir." Phoenix desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of the famous wizard of later generations, but Augustus had no sights of him.

"Who will go to glory now! Who will embrace the Grim Reaper! Slytherin's tone was hard to contain excitement and joy.

"We Pevlier won't just fall, someone will avenge me, and I'll be waiting for you by the side of death." He knew he was going to die.

Then throw down the shield and withdraw the wand. Drawing the sword that had never been unsheathed in battle, he slammed it into the ground, his hands on the hilt of his sword, his face calm, and he looked directly at Slytherin.

"Kill him!" Slytherin shouted.

"I broke my word, father. Please take care of your sister. ”

"Avada suo!"

"It's too early to say that—" Augustus was empty, and an abrupt voice rang out out of thin air, and then the picture distorted.