The Dark Lord is here!

To be honest, there are many wizards at Hogwarts today, but there are really not one in ten who have the strength and courage to resist the darkness.

Most ordinary wizards think of running away in the first place.

However, within Hogwarts' range, apparition shifters are not available, and they may not be able to run if they want to. Because of Voldemort's attack this time, the momentum and scale are quite amazing.

As Maca had expected, the main force of the attack was the Black Death, the ones whose souls had been eroded by the Monument of Bewitchment. One by one, they all turned into black meteors, and they slammed into Hogwarts.

The number of those Black Death Apostles was staggering, and Maca was only a rough estimate, which was enough to be in the hundreds. You know, each of these guys is an existence that can withstand more than a dozen ordinary adult wizards.

During this time, Voldemort's underground activities were going on. Even though the members of the Order of the Phoenix have always been fighting 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 couldn't retain much sanity, they would be a terrifying force that would strike fear into the global wizarding world.

Under Minerva McGonagall's command, several professors worked together to extend their wands overhead, unleashing a series of powerful defensive spells as they pointed over the castle.

These spells are based on the Area Protection Charm, which is stacked and joined together to envelop the entire castle in the form of a hemispherical protective barrier.

It is worth mentioning that Slughorn, who was wearing a riotous bright green robe, also stretched out his wand at this time. His level of magic is not ordinary, and with his help, the barrier has become thicker and thicker.

Those Black Dead Apostles were flying fast, and time was running out.

"We can understand the guests who don't want to go to war, please enter the castle in order and take shelter......" Professor McGonagall led most of the terrified wizards towards the castle, "please don't panic, please trust us to handle it." ”

Whether or not you can really cope with it, it is necessary to at least stabilize everyone's emotions first. If you can't help, then make sure you don't add to the mess - of course, you can't say it so explicitly.

While most of the people were busy, Maca stood in the snow in the vestibule, tilting her head as if searching for the presence of a figure. It's just that he is not idle, but he has stretched out his staff to help the professors increase the defensive ability of the barrier.

As long as he doesn't use the power of rules, his magic power is still more than enough, not to mention that he is just at the moment, and his mind is still in other places.

It wasn't long before the Black Death Apostles sped miles away and slammed into the barrier.

This time, the impact was firmly transmitted to every wizard who applied the protective charm, and suddenly the barrier twisted like a balloon. If it weren't for the fact that everyone had already accumulated a lot of defensive power, I am afraid that this first shock would have been broken in one fell swoop.

At that moment, Maca glanced back as if she had suddenly sensed something.

In fact, it didn't take much to see old Mr. Scamander open his old suitcase, and all sorts of exotic animals were crawling out of it.

The most abundant of them is Graling, a breed of Pegasus that is extremely fast in gray. They weren't very reproductive, and it wasn't known how Scamander had managed to breed them so much.

The largest are the three griffins and the one sphinx. They originated in Greece and Egypt respectively, and although the Ministry of Magic classified them in the "XXXX" tier considering that they were not extremely dangerous, they were not inferior to the fire dragon in terms of combat ability.

Seeing that all kinds of magical animals were still drilling out, Maca blinked and cast her gaze into the air again. If he looked at it any longer, he could witness the moment when Hogwarts became a rare zoo.

If Scamander could really command these magical beasts, it would be a considerable force for battle.

In mid-air, the Black Dead spun up again after a round of charged charges, launching a series of attacks against the protective barrier. Faced with the impact of hundreds of Black Dead Apostles, the protective barrier was like a balloon that had not been fully lit, and could be completely shattered at any time.

Maca wants to get the elves to do it, but it's not the right time. The magic of the elves is not infinite either, and it will take a little more before letting them show up.

At least, they can't be wasted on temporary defenses.

At that moment, heavy footsteps rang out from the main entrance of the castle. The footsteps seemed to be thousands of horses, but they were uniform, and every step was on the same point in time.

Maca knew that Professor McGonagall had taken all the guests back to the castle. Those footsteps are one of the known defensive spells at Hogwarts Castle, the Knights of the Gargoyles.

Theoretically, every wizard who is proficient in Transfiguration can animate ten, if not dozens, statues and act according to the wishes of the caster. But if you want to control hundreds of stone statues in battle, you can't just rely on a spell.

All statues and armor in and around Hogwarts Castle are immobilized with ancient magic, and once activated by a Transfiguration Master, they will automatically fight to protect Hogwarts.

Once all the statues were out of the castle, Professor McGonagall was going to close the door. And then, the time in Maca's heart will come.

What time to ask? That is, of course, the time to show off the power of Hogwarts in front of all the guests today!

"Everyone, get ready and withdraw to the castle at any time." Maka looked back and said, "Mr. Scamander, please take you friends to the back door, I think there needs to be guarded more." ”

He didn't expect this old gentleman to release so many magical beasts, but you know, it's easy to let go, and it's not so simple to take it back, so he can only let him move it first.

"Okay, I'll take them to the back door!"

Although the old gentleman is very old, his body is still strong. I saw him turn over and climb onto the back of a Graling Pegasus, and "Sigh Rhythm" flew away, followed by a large group of animals of different shapes.

"Is there anything outside the castle that hasn't been back?" Maca asked again.

Before he could finish speaking, and without waiting for anyone else to answer, he jerked his head back to the sky. And at this moment, a black flame suddenly approached from afar, dragging its long tail and crashing into the barrier.

With a click, the barrier finally couldn't hold it anymore and shattered with a thud.

"Go back!"

With the exception of Maca, all the wizards who maintained the barrier staggered back several steps, and the weaker astronomy professor Sinista and Muggle studies professor Bubaji even slumped into the snow.

The blizzard, which had been blocked by the barrier, swooped down on Hogwarts again. Mixed in with the snow were the hordes of Black Death.

Maca looked at the black flame flying in front of it, felt the restless power in it, and nodded secretly.

He had already confirmed the identity of the comer, and it was undoubtedly Voldemort himself. It's just that the time hasn't quite come yet, and he's going to wait—until they're close enough!

The professors immediately hurried back to the castle according to the plan they had previously planned, and the gate was quickly closed. Even though the Knights of the Gargoyle hadn't been released yet, time didn't allow McGonagall to do so.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

A series of slamming sounds rang out, and a large number of Black Dead apostles finally landed. Although Voldemort, who turned into a black flame, flew at the front, he stood in the middle of the Black Death when he landed, and looked at Maca coldly over the large swirling black air.

It seems that the Dark Lord has suffered enough losses and has finally become cautious.

"McLean, we haven't seen each other in a while." His tone was quite calm, but the hatred and killing intent lurking in it could not be concealed.

"Voldemort, are you here for Dumbledore's funeral?" Maca asked casually.

He was asking, 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 a funeral? I? Voldemort snorted, "What do you think?" ”

"Anyway, you're one of Professor Dumbledore's students, aren't you?" Maca said perfunctorily, "You see, we're all the same, we've all been Hogwarts students. ”

"He never thought of me as his student," Voldemort stood still, not making the first move, even his Black Death apostles stopped and just surrounded Maca, "I'm just a prop for him—a prop he uses to show off his hypocrisy, understand?" ”

"That's just your own speculation, is there any evidence to prove it?" Maca shrugged, but frowned slightly.

He was stalling for his own preparation; But judging by Voldemort's performance after landing, it seems that he is also dragging his feet. Otherwise, with Voldemort's current caution, how could he have stood and chatted with him so cooperatively?

In a situation where both sides are likely to have a backhand, it depends on who has the stronger backhand.

“…… Do you still need proof? Voldemort suddenly sneered, his whole body was shrouded in black flames, but it was impossible to see his current expression, "I won so many honors for myself and for Hogwarts during my time at school, but Dumbledore's old man was always staring at me - did he think I couldn't find out?" He never trusted me! ”

When Maca heard this, she looked at him for a moment, and then shook her head.

"You formed a gang at Hogwarts, using your classmates as servants and tools, but you can tell me, where can you trust?"

This sentence alone seemed to tell Voldemort that Marca's knowledge of him was not limited to rumors.