While they were putting what they had learned to work, Sophia was attracted by the movement and flew out of Ralph's lair.

Flying into the clouds and feeling the moist moisture coming from the pavement, Sophia felt extra comfortable, and her eyes saw through the clouds and the ground clearly.

Ptarmigans are one of the few birds that prefer a moist environment, and their magical bloodlines ensure that they can see through the clouds as they fly through them.

Looking at the splendid magical feast on the ground, Sophia's eyes lit up, and she flew to the center, landed on the withered tree, and shook herself, who could support herself.

Now, the main force has carved out a fan-shaped area within the Dragon's Claw Vine and is steadily advancing forward.

The centaur walked calmly, shooting arrows as he went; The eight-eyed giant spider is in the back.

When everyone was in range, the ground suddenly began to twitch, up and down, and several centaurs fell.

Through the cracks in the ground, you can clearly see the roots moving frantically underground, and horror flashes in their eyes.

Suddenly, the root system rioted, stabbing upward, and many horse-man giant spiders were overturned and flew up, and fell heavily to the ground.

In the nick of time, Albus got down on one knee and stuck his Elder Wand on the ground.

A golden-red light centered on him and radiated outward.

He himself raised his head, his gaze sharply to the center, and gusts of wind swirled around him, ruffling his beard and flaring his gray hair.

Everyone looked at Albus in amazement.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of reminiscence, as if she had seen Albus in the past, so energetic and energetic.

With the flash of golden-red light, everyone felt a wave of heat pass by, and the dampness on their bodies disappeared instantly.

The roots that shook in the air stiffened one by one, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into ashes and fell down.

Drawing his wand, Albus stood up and waved his hand back, and the wounded centaurs and eight-eyed spiders were healed instantly.

"Go ahead. I'm in formation. ”

He smiled and said to everyone, injecting an unprecedented sense of security and confidence into everyone's hearts.

"Keep attacking!"

Professor McGonagall calls the shots and coordinates the battle.

In her eyes, it was no different from a Quidditch match, except that the price of winning or losing was her life.

But, will they lose? The pride of being a wizard has always been hidden in his bones, in the depths of his blood.

"Felius, stand back!"

Professor Flitwick immediately stepped back, and the roots of his area began to rage, with some remaining vines.

When he had calmed down, he moved forward.

Looking at Professor McGonagall, who was strategizing on the battlefield and giving orders neatly, Sophia was envious.

I couldn't help but bring myself into it, and the electric light on my body couldn't stop swimming, attracting Albus's attention.

"That's?" Albus looked at Amanda inquiringly.

"Sophia, princess. It's her. Amanda said that he was also surprised that Sophia had come.

"Princess! Be careful! ”

His eyes shrunk, and he could see a vine with extremely thick acid pumping towards Sophia.

If Professor Sprout was here, she could tell at a glance that it was the main vine of the Dragonclaw Vine.

By the time the sound of breaking the air woke Sophia, it was too late.

With a "snap", Sophia was pumped far away, and then slammed to the ground.

"It should be alright, right?" Albus looked at where Sophia had fallen, with some uncertainty, and then at Amanda.

"It should be fine." Amanda wasn't sure either, a little flustered, and his hind legs couldn't stop kicking the ground.

An angry cry was heard, calming everyone down.

Sophia flew in the air, flapping her wings, and the clouds in the sky grew heavier and heavier, and electric light flickered in between.

The feathers on Sophia's body that had finally grown were corroded by these acids again, black and smelly, and stained with the inexplicable viscous liquid.

As the thunder continued to roar in the sky, everyone lowered their wands. Several professors had the same wands as Professor Flitwick, with the tips of their wands smoking.

Swirling above Sophia's dead tree, thunder and lightning struck the dead tree from the sky.

Shaking in the air, the vine that thought of striking Sophia stiffened and fell under the stimulation of lightning; Back to the sky, stiff, falling.

Within a few moments, the dragon's claw vine collected all the vines that were clinging around, and wrapped its main vine and the old tree into a ball, constantly wriggling.

Under the thunder and lightning, the pieces of acid dried up, scabbed, fell off, and turned into fly ash.

As the vines recovered, everyone took a look at each other and glanced at the field.

"There!"

Everyone looked over, and a large gray-black ball made of vines was embedded in the ground, revealing a small part.

Seeing that it was Professor Sprout's methods, Albus and the professors hurriedly walked over, and if nothing else, the lion cubs were also inside.

Albus and the others felt that Professor McGonagall's temperament was beginning to change, and they couldn't help but put on a serious expression.

As they approached, the bulbs of vines began to slowly wither, turning into stumps of leaves, and a soft white light escaped from the widening gap.

A strong aura swept over everyone, and they closed their eyes for the time being.

Professor McGonagall knew it was fermented dragon dung as soon as she smelled it, and she remembered Pomona asking herself if it was fragrant.

When they reopened their eyes, they saw Professor Sprout, who was a little too neat and tidy, looking at everyone with her gentle smile.

The professors all smiled softly at her.

Professor Sprout waved her wand, and seeds floated out of the dragon dung heap, rained down, and landed in her hands.

The white light gradually dissipated.

But in the electric light, they could still see the four Gryffindors with their heads down.

Professor McGonagall looked at them sternly, almost taking her back from her control.

"Ahem!"

She coughed vigorously to calm her mind, but lowered their heads.

I wanted to say something, but looking at their appearance, Professor McGonagall was still a little soft-hearted, and she was covered with dragon dung, so she probably didn't feel good.

Well, you can't blame Pomona, without her, these people would have died a long time ago.

"Forget it, you follow us first, if you dare to run, you will definitely be expelled from Hogwarts, I promise!"

Professor McGonagall said, her tone stern, but she raised her wand to clean them of dragon droppings.

The four of them looked gratefully at their dean, and under Professor McGonagall's gaze, they walked behind the professors.

But, what they don't know is that they have been pickled.

Professor Sprout only learned about this when he met them in the herb class next week.

The dragon's claw vine in the center was already dying, and under the baking of lightning, the acid on the main vine had dried up.

Rain does not hydrate it.

"Alright, enough venting. Stop, it? They're dying. ”

A sudden voice startled Sophia, and she looked in the direction of the sound, it was Ralph coming, squinting at her.