"Whoa!" exploded in the auditorium, and the students who were sitting at the door watching the excitement immediately stood up and gave way to a large gap.

It's not a fool.,Seeing a humanoid monster with a big knife and slashing people.,Except for a few suffocating junior students who were dragged by the seniors.,No one is stupid.,Don't say that the monster is not powerful.,Even if it's affected by the professor's magic, it's unlucky enough.。

As for the students sitting in the middle and upper sections of the auditorium, they did not stop, and one by one stood up to watch the battle, which was a real fight, which was different from the demonstration in class.

No one thought that Professor Sprout would be able to deal with a monster with a big knife.

The scarecrow rolled and jumped, the rusty broadsword on his leg slashed head-on, and the Professor's wand flickered, the translucent shield flickered just enough to resist the menacing blade, and was violently bounced off by the rebound of the Iron Charm.

The broadsword was swung upwards and over the scarecrow's head, knocking its entire body to the ground, and the onlookers cheered.

That wasn't the end of it, Professor Sprout swished and waved her wand, and the flames of the countless candles above the auditorium were pulled down by her, turning into a flaming ring of fire, encroaching on all the clearings, and flying like a rope lasso towards the rising scarecrow.

The scarecrow had little room to resist, and was sturdy like a cow in the eyes of an old cowboy, and Professor Sprout's wand drew several circles, and the ring of fire twisted and bound the monster like a rope.

The scorching flames didn't ignite the scarecrow's rags, but the demonic beetles filled with it squeaked as they squeaked.

Probably because the arquebus under the Professor's control was tied too tightly, and the scarecrow's pointed little head was squeezed to swell in a circle, and black smoke was constantly wafting out of the stitches.

Standing on the table, Caroline's eyes rippled with color, and she couldn't help but feel the magic and power of magic.

"Don't look at Professor Sprout just two flicks of his wand, it was easy to contain that monster, and ordinary wizards wouldn't have been able to dismantle it. Hermione said with her feet crossed next to her, standing on the table and watching the excitement, "Needless to say, it's not easy to control the flames, let alone make the flames turn into ropes to tie people up..."

Roger only smacked his mouth when he saw this scene, and he had never seen a fire that could tie things up like a rope if he had never seen a fire, which was so fantastic when he thought about it...

Fortunately, such a magical scene only stopped for a blink of an eye, and Professor Sprout didn't seem to be able to bear the pain of the killer, and with two taps of his wand, the flames deformed and solidified, and finally turned into a thin iron chain that firmly tied the scarecrow.

But before the onlookers could cheer again for their professor's victory, seven or eight scarecrows jumped high in the fog outside the door, carrying a trace of mist on their bodies, or huge blades attached to their arms or legs, and slashed down at Professor Sprout.

The professor's chubby round face froze, and he waved his wand quickly, and the scarecrow in front of him, which had been restrained, flew up, pushing the two monsters leaning together back out of the door.

As for the remaining scarecrow, Professor Sprout had no way to fight back, so he had to reappear with a semicircular transparent barrier of his wand, but a glance at it showed that it could not withstand all the attacks.

The scarecrow's blade was not on one side, it was slashed in the left or right direction, and one of the butcher's knives jumped over her head, and the notched butcher's knife was about to stab Professor Sprout in the back.

Hermione clutched her wand tightly and took out her wand, and immediately helped if there was a problem, and the students around her were even more nervous and didn't dare to take a breath.

Professor Sprout swung his wand around with the agility of her round frame, and the barrier of the Iron Charm stretched out like an eggshell to hold her inside.

"Dangdang, dang, dang..." Roger watched as the blade caused ripples on the barrier, and his brain automatically made up the sound of impact, and the scarecrows were all catapulted out without exception.

Not only that, but the scarecrow didn't see Professor Sprout as his only target, and the surrounding students were an excellent option for slaughter.

The wooden pole crawled up on his hands and feet on the ground, and the scarecrow staggered two steps outward, the butcher's knife raised high. The students who were watching the excitement around them suddenly panicked, screaming and turning around and running, and the auditorium was chaotic for a while.

Professor Sprout in the barrier was so anxious when he heard the commotion that he didn't care about the new monsters entering the doorway, and he revoked the Iron Armor Charm and waved his wand in circles.

At the same time, she was also shouting loudly to the surroundings: "All retreat! The prefect has organized the students of their respective academies to retreat in an orderly manner!"

The scarecrows who had set their sights on the students were instantly tied up by the ropes that erupted from the tips of the canes, and they fell to the ground and writhed like meat worms.

But then, outside the door with Professor Supraut's back, a row of tall, bloated figures, all of them like spineless drunks, swayed in strange and exaggerated movements, and at a cursory glance at the number of at least a dozen of them, the huge butcher's knives showed their desire to kill.

Everyone was running in the direction of the auditorium's desks, screaming and shouting from the male and female prefects of the various colleges.

"You don't need to do anything yet, just protect yourself. Blake held Harry, who was about to rush out, and pulled out his wand and ran up to the table, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Bill.

And then there's an old witch with a vulture on her hat and her legs trying to climb up to the table, Neville's grandmother... However, he was stopped by Roger: "Don't go over at your age to join in the fun, it's good to see the shopping malls of our juniors in the back." ”

After saying that, she asked Caroline to take care of the Granger couple, and waved her hand to squeeze out Hermione and the others, who had been eager to try.

Fortunately, not many people were standing at the table, and the four of them rushed to the door, waving their wands and casting spells.

"Faint!"

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

"Divided!"

"Broken bones!"

Four spells of different light collided with the scarecrow who was brandishing a knife and rushed towards Professor Sprout, and suddenly, four black images flew upside down like tattered dolls, flying directly outside the door and being wrapped in a thick fog and disappearing.