"Bang!"

Suddenly, the door of the church shook violently.

It's the enemy! Some of the dark wizards had already broken through the Aurors' resistance and made their way to the door! It's just that because of several pre-set protective spells on the door, the other party can't break into the door at once.

However, this alone will not be able to hold back the opponent's offensive for too long. Add to that the fact that there are more enemies that will rush through the defenses, and a gate will last even less.

Since there are plans to retreat, it is time to decide when to retreat.

"Mr. Weasley?"

Looking at the few glances that turned his head to look at him, and the Aurors who were still trying to stop the Dark Wizard's attack, Ron didn't have time to think about more countermeasures.

No matter how you think about it, he's just Ron Weasley, and he can't become Neville, Harry, or even Maca just because of a flash of inspiration.

So far, what skills do you have, isn't it clear enough?

"Everyone is divided into two groups, and the players who are not fighting each other immediately go upstairs, and now the window on the second floor uses the vision advantage brought by the height to suppress the enemy! At the same time, be ready, and when you see your teammates downstairs stop casting spells and start to evacuate, increase the intensity of suppression—"

This was the most reasonable way for Ron to think of a retreat, but he couldn't say for sure. But at least, he has other means of blocking at all times!

"It should ...... No problem. ”

Just as Ron was muttering in his heart, the Aurors, who had heard his arrangement, had already taken action.

If nothing else, these Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are quite cooperative when it comes to acting collectively at the behest of orders. Even under Ron's rather rough command just now, they reacted quickly and accurately.

Soon, seeing the rotation of people in various positions, he immediately separated from his teammates who were in charge of blocking and ran towards the stairs without hesitation.

And after more than ten seconds, the spells falling from the upper floors began to increase.

"Boom-"

The gate still shook from time to time, and the enemy bombardment grew stronger and stronger, so that even the magically strengthened wall joints gradually cracked.

"Illusion Slate...... Peacekeeper ...... Protect ...... all"

Ron began to add strength to the gates and walls in the back, which may have been a drop in the bucket, but it was better than doing nothing.

When he noticed that the Aurors who were going to the second floor were already in their places, and the spells that had fallen from the upper floors had become denser, he finally said loudly:

"The rest—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly thought of something, which made him hurriedly turn his head - sure enough, the healer Devonte was still there studying the plague curse, and he hadn't even moved half of his position.

"Let's get a few people over first, and send Mr. Devonte and Mr. Tucker to the second floor! Fast! ”

With that, he picked up his wand and put it back on, trying to fill the gap as much as he could.

"Yes!"

The three Aurors each responded, and then decisively withdrew from the window, leaving Ron and one of the other Aurors to stop the enemy.

The three of them, on the other hand, ran quickly towards Derwent and Tucker in the corner.

"Bang!" "Click-"

Suddenly, when the gate was subjected to a powerful bombardment, a cracking sound made the hearts of everyone present jump with it.

"Withdraw! They all withdrew, and as soon as they went upstairs, they apparitioned away. Mr. Tucker couldn't take it with him, so he stayed in the middle of the second floor...... Leave it to me! ”

The last sentence, he gritted his teeth, because he really didn't have much confidence in protecting others.

But what else can be said now?

The rest of the Aurors didn't say anything more, and one by one they retreated. After the team members on the second floor found that the fire power downstairs had weakened, they immediately strengthened the intensity and frequency of the spell according to Ron's previous intention.

For a moment, our spells mixed with the enemy's magic, and the light, flames, and explosions almost melted outside the window.

However, it turned out that even Ron's arrangement was actually not bad, at least it had greatly exerted the Aurors' abilities.

It's a pity that even so, it still didn't quite achieve the effect he expected.

At that moment, the Aurors in the church had not all been removed, but everyone heard a loud "boom" - the door was finally broken in a splash of wood chips from a wooden plank.

Seeing that more than a dozen dark wizards in different costumes outside the door were holding wands, and they were about to rush in through the broken door in the next second, Ron riveted all his strength and smashed out the vial that he had been holding in his hand.

"Whoa—"

In an instant, a dazzling blue flame exploded at the doorway, mercilessly spilling on the dark wizards.

Truth be told, Ron still doesn't know where those dark wizards came from, but it's obviously not that important anymore.

Because he just needs to understand that those guys are his enemies, and that's enough!

"Let's go! All up, get out of this church! I'll hold them back as much as I can to buy you time. ”

It must be said that Maca's Flame Bottle is still quite powerful. If it's just a normal dark wizard, if you want to carry this kind of extremely attached demonic flame and rush over directly, the end will basically be a death.

However, the disadvantage of the vial is also obvious, those flames that fall to the ground and do not directly hit people will actually be extinguished after a short time due to the lack of magic power as fuel.

Ron only had one bottle on him, and there was no more, so how was he going to deal with so many enemies rushing in?

"At that time, I should have decisively refused, it seems that I obviously still haven't really put myself in the right position."

Ron stared at the blue wall of fire, watching the smashed enemies roll in the flames and gradually lose their movement, but there was something uncomfortable in his heart.

Even though he had killed several enemies, it was still Maca's strength, not his own.

"When the flames are extinguished in a while, I'll leave...... I'm a little sorry for the Mr. Tucker upstairs. ”

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a cold shout from the other side of the wall of fire:

"For Mr. Helpo! Rush over! ”

Who is so desperate? Didn't he see the companions who were burned to death by the demonic flames? Do you dare to rush this?

Just as this thought flashed through Ron's mind, he really saw a figure suddenly burst out of the wall of fire, rushing towards him with a body of blue flames.

The flame had magic power as fuel, and it actually floated more than ten feet on its body, making the other party almost turn into a flying fireball.

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