"Damn it! The number of people who have completed the second ritual step is too small! ”

In front of the church, Martin alone fights Malfoy's father and son.

Although no one knows why he did not receive more power from his "teacher" Helbo. But as a wizard who wasn't particularly outstanding before, he did it well enough.

You must know that Lucius, as the head of the Malfoy family, was once the main Death Eater member under Voldemort, so his dueling level will naturally not be low. And his son Draco has not been slacking off in the past few years, so his performance at the moment is really remarkable.

But Na Martin was not afraid of the father and son joining forces, and always maintained a stable rhythm in advance and retreat. Although he has a tendency to be suppressed somewhat, if nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely not be defeated for at least a while.

However, Martin now finds that he has somewhat misjudged the strength comparison between the two sides just now.

Originally, according to his judgment, as long as the disciples he gathered could complete the second step of the ritual in three or four percent, then he was completely sure that he would drive back all the wizards brought by Lucius Malfoy. And if the number of people who complete the ritual can reach fifty percent, if you are lucky, you may be able to leave a few hostages.

It's a pity that the skinny reality tells him that the people who have increased the strength of the spell through the second step of the magic ritual are at most 20% of the total number.

"Obviously, the second step is much less difficult than the first step of the ceremony...... These guys are really useless! ”

Martin thought to himself with some annoyance, as he swung his wand fiercely, blocking the powerful crushing spell cast by Lucius with the Iron Armor Charm.

Then, he took two steps to the side, dodging the trap Draco was casting at his feet.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the teacher's instructions first, I wouldn't let go of any of these guys!"

Martin's muttering in his heart will naturally not be heard. And to be honest, now he can't help but feel upset.

Seeing that the number of people on both sides in this underground church is about the same, the specific battle situation can only be said to be a close match, and the two sides are fighting back and forth.

However, in Martin's view, this is just a waste of time.

"Do you want to retreat for a while?"

If he continued to drag on like this, Helbo would not come to his aid—as an apprentice to whom he had been recruited, Martin knew this.

Therefore, the longer the battle continues, the more the situation will be unfavorable to them. After all, although Helbo will not come, the possibility of that Mackel McLean suddenly appearing here is increasing.

But at about this moment, the first cry of the night finally sounded in the fighting crowd...... At this moment, the first person to be injured by the spell has also appeared.

……

"There are many obstacles!"

In the midst of the scuffle, Pansy threw another barrier spell in an attempt to relieve the pressure of the constant pressure around her.

And just now, she heard the cry of pain in the field. It was clear that the exclamation happened to belong to the witch that Maca had spoken to last time.

"It's a bit of an endless ...... to fight like this."

As she hurriedly surveyed her surroundings, Pansy once again deflected a faint stun spell. But at that moment, she saw a diminutive cultist struck by a powerful disarming spell, and as the wand was sent into the air, the small wizard flew upside down with the unexpectedly powerful impact.

Seeing this, Pansy subconsciously cast a levitation charm, and then reached out to catch the other party's body.

"Are you alright?"

Before he could finish speaking, another red ray burst through the air from the other side, forcing Pansy to raise her head again and wave her staff against the spell cast by someone who did not know who had cast it.

“…… It's okay, thanks. ”

Immediately, Pansy heard the little wizard in her arms say thank you—the voice was soft and waxy, and slightly shrivelled, clearly a woman.

But to be honest, this witch is too small, right? Isn't it possible to still be a first-year student?

Considering that Pansy herself is young enough to think of the horrific gathering of the underground church...... Could it be that there are really people younger than her who are also mixed in?

"Can you stand up?" Pansy didn't have time to bow her head, so she could only half-support the other party and say casually, "If you don't have a wand, you must not be able to fight...... Just follow me first! Don't get too far away. ”

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to make friends with others, although she doesn't know what the point of befriending such a "child" is, but she still shows her kindness to the other party.

There is no way, it is not easy for Pansy to juggle Maca's tasks in this chaotic battle. Rather than end up with nothing, it's better to be able to reach out to one and the other, isn't it?

"Float into the air!"

After fending off a few more spells that were scurrying around them, Pansy struggled to flip up the prayer benches next to her, stacking them up behind them.

"If it goes on like this, sooner or later, it will be unstoppable, so hide first!"

She dragged the little witch down so that they would not be attacked until the heavy benches were destroyed.

It was only then that Pansy had time to look down at the little witch. But the moment she lowered her head, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

She noticed that the hood that had been worn on the other person's head had flipped to the back when she was knocked into the air, and the face that had been hidden in the shadows at first was now naturally exposed to her.

"You ......," Pansy said stunned, "are you of elf blood?" ”

The face did look like she had expected, with fine, fair skin and rosy lips, and cheeks with a hint of baby fat.

But the time that has passed has left a maturity on her face that does not match the appearance of her age.

However, to say that this is a female goblin, Pansy did not find in her the five short bodies that resemble a dwarf that are unique to goblins.

Thinking about it this way, it is not known that this little witch may be a fairy half-blood.

"Ahh

In Pansy's subconscious inquiry, the other party seemed to realize that half of his hood had fallen off, and he turned his hat up again in a panic.

"Sorry, sorry......"

"No, you don't need to worry too much," Pansy said, "Actually, the Charms professor at Hogwarts is a goblin hybrid, and I don't think that's a big deal. ”

In fact, Pansy's words were somewhat insincere, and she said them in order to complete her mission.

Originally, for the descendants of a pure-blood family, the hybrid of wizards and humanoid magical creatures has always been a human race that should be ostracized. Even Professor Flitwick, like Pansy, and Malfoy, have occasional criticisms in private, and it is only because of their achievements that they dare not easily disdain.

Of course, compared to a giant hybrid like Hagrid, who has always been known for being stupid, a shrewd goblin hybrid is actually treated well among wizards.

However, if there is a goblin hybrids like Flitwick's self-esteem and self-confidence, there will inevitably be goblin hybrids who feel inferior to their own bloodlines like this little witch.

Hearing Pansy's mischievous comfort, the other party only smiled softly, but did not express his gratitude again for this. Perhaps, she has long been accustomed to hearing all kinds of positive and negative discussions.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Pansy heard a shriek reminder from the little witch beside her. This made her quickly raise her head again, and the wand in her hand habitually drew a trajectory, and dangerously cast a rather hasty iron armor spell.

Suddenly, the brilliance of magical power exploded in front of the two of them, obscuring their vision.

In the midst of such chaotic battles, losing vision is obviously quite dangerous. Pansy's heart was immediately alarmed, and she fell to the ground without hesitation, and she pushed the little witch to the rough and cold ground.

The next moment, a flash of fire swept over the two of them, and struck the prayer chair that Pansy had just erected.

"Bang! Whoa—"

Pansy felt a sharp pain in her shoulder as the sawdust flew, and she could barely hold her wand.

It seemed that the explosion spell that had just been fired from nowhere had shattered the bench, causing a piece of wood to stab her on the back of the shoulder.

"We can't stay here any longer, look for where we can go and hide!"

She endured the pain and got up, looked left and right, only to see that there was chaos around her, and there was no safe place in the underground church.

It was terrible - she couldn't choose to get away with her apparition, but she couldn't find a place to hide in this unobstructed space.

Didn't Draco think about the least of his hands before he asked his father, Lucius, to bring people to attack?

In such a complicated battle situation, if it weren't for the fact that both sides still had some scruples about the use of the Unforgivable Curse, I'm afraid she would have to die here!

On the other hand, that Martin didn't seem to be willing to evacuate like this.

After all, the vast majority of wizards understand that in a duel, the distracted side will definitely lose, and this is obvious common sense.

As spell after spell flew around, Pansy struggled to resist more and more, and she was thinking about whether to leave the "burden" around her that was preventing her from dodging.

But in the next second, Martin, who was fighting against Malfoy's father and son unremittingly, finally knew that he couldn't do anything, and if he dragged it on, he would really be in danger of running into that McLean.

"Be careful to cover each other!"

But he swung his staff violently and released three impacts in his face, and then while leaping to the side, he smashed something on the ground.

"Prepare to retreat!"