"Granger - and, oh, my God!" Professor McGonagall ran over from a distance, lowering her head quickly in the middle of her words, and several brooms flew over her head. She stared at Neville and the others who were going away, her chest heaving violently.

"You - them - what's going on?" she said angrily.

"Well, it's quite obvious, isn't it? They went to support Harry -" Hermione tried to make her tone as light as possible.

"Is there something about Harry involved?"

"Hagrid is in danger -"

"I know, I've sent Sirius and Snape over."

"And little Grawp -"

"Don't tell me you know that giant, Miss Granger, or did you just make up a name on the spur of the moment?" Professor McGonagall said breathlessly.

"I know him," Hermione said bravely. Now that no one else was around, she felt it was her responsibility to explain, especially to speak well of little Grawp, who had been exposed. "He's Hagrid's younger brother. We listen to music and watch movies together when we're free. He quite likes 'A Hot Pot of Love' -"

She couldn't go on. Professor McGonagall covered her chest, gasping for breath, and seemed about to faint.

"Professor? Is there anything we can do to help?" Hermione asked cautiously.

The dozen or so students following her nodded silently, although they were also quite shocked from their expressions - giants were quite brutal creatures in wizard records, and these students were in awe of Hermione, who could listen to music with a giant, and Harry and Ron, who were not present.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, they would definitely have a hundred thousand questions to ask.

Professor McGonagall stared at Hermione and glanced at the students behind her. "I heard that Professor Black taught you several sets of combat formations in class. Let me see your results. Three people form a group, hide behind armor and statues, don't show up easily, and only attack the Inferi that the professors missed. Remember! Report immediately if you are injured, even if it's just a little skin breakage. The claws and teeth of the Inferi are poisonous."

The students nodded silently, and the excitement on their faces subsided a little.

"Luna, Ginny, you and I will form a group." Hermione whispered, and Ginny pulled Luna closer. Hermione stretched out her hand and grabbed the air. The golden flames made by ancient magic poured out from between her fingers. Before it landed, it condensed into the shape of a firebird. It stretched out its swan-like wings and flew quickly into the distance. The other students looked at her enviously.

The firebird flew over the castle, illuminating a wide flat area halfway up the mountain. There stood neatly arranged armors and statues, some large and some small, and even some animals. They were now lined up in a row, forming a solid wall to block the Inferi. Behind them stood a dozen adult wizards, including professors from the school and people from the Ministry of Magic.

But compared with the huge number of Inferi, they were dwarfed by them and could only guard the main road.

These people had to stand separately, each responsible for an area, but they were powerless for places farther away. They had stopped by a pine tree before, and seemed to be very interested in the stuff.

"We can only make sure to clear a path first, and the rest will be dealt with after daybreak." Professor McGonagall said, she rejoined the battle, waving her wand, and the grass that had just poked its head out of the ground grew wildly, tripping the Inferi that were approaching. Hermione controlled the firebird to drop balls of flames, burning them to ashes.

In the distance, two Dementors were floating in the air, like rags blown by the wind. They seemed to be a little afraid of this place. When Hermione raised her head again, the Dementors had disappeared.

There were waves of wolf howls in the Forbidden Forest, and she was not sure whether they were werewolves.

"I hope there are no deaths. Although we have made preparations in advance, there are some things that we cannot control." Professor McGonagall said, looking at the green skull hanging in the sky.

As soon as the voice fell, the huge Dark Mark that looked like a constellation suddenly became dazzling, and countless bright fireworks exploded from the inside. People from all over Hogwarts raised their heads. With a huge explosion, the skull's jaw broke, and the snake wriggling in its mouth disappeared. Instead, a colorful fire dragon swam happily.

The skull's eyes were also replaced by two wheel-shaped fireworks that rotated and splashed sparks. The whole scene looked extremely funny. With the help of the dazzling light, Professor McGonagall saw several black spots rushing out of the green cloud. She groaned softly, "It must be Fred and George. Even at this time..."

"They did a good job this time." Ginny said, staring at the sky. She shook her wand violently and threw out a spell.

"The Bat Curse doesn't work on the Inferi, Ginny," said Hermione, "You have to use fire magic, try the Bright Blaze--" She was stunned, staring at the unfortunate Inferi.

"Wow, what a big bat." Luna said in amazement.

Finally, the Dark Mark disappeared along with the Weasley fireworks, and the castle became dim again. Hermione, Ginny and Luna were standing in the front now. Luna controlled a white flame and turned her head and said, "We need some light."

Someone thought the same thing as her. At the gate of the castle, Cedric held a bright ball of light in his hands, and the ball of light radiated soft light in all directions. The students standing behind him stretched out their hands one after another, and soon, the balls of light flew into the air like lanterns and moons, dotted over the sky of Hogwarts.

After doing all this, they trotted down the stone steps and came to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was already a little numb, "Thank you, children, three people in a group, don't get too close to the front..."

"Professor McGonagall, Mr. Kingsley asked me to tell you that the back door of the castle has been guarded. He doesn't need so many people over there." Cedric said.

"Great." Professor McGonagall said with satisfaction, "We need manpower here, there are too many places to defend... Since you are here, I can spare a few professors... There is more than one battlefield."

She was right. In addition to the Ministry of Magic far away in London and the village of Hogsmeade adjacent to the school, the school was also divided into several battlefields-the wall near Hagrid's hut, the front and back doors of the castle, and even the relatively quiet principal's office could be regarded as a "battlefield".

Umbridge made a mess of the office.

At first, she disguised herself as a curious student, claiming to have obtained Dumbledore's permission to do an exclusive interview for the "Puzzle Wall Tabloid". She looked around, touched here and there, and even stood on tiptoe to grab the Sorting Hat and shook it off, but she got nothing except tears from the dust. She

searched everywhere she could, the books on the bookshelf were scattered all over the floor, the wine in the wine cabinet was pushed aside roughly, and there were several greasy fingerprints on the inlaid wooden boards, as if checking if there were any secret compartments.

Seeing that time was passing by, the shouting and commotion outside spread here like a plague, but Umbridge did not show any panic or surprise. She even wanted to break into Dumbledore's private bedroom on the second floor. Now the portraits of previous headmasters could not ignore her abnormality.

The portrait in the headmaster's office yelled at her angrily -

"I've never seen a student like you!"

said a fat wizard with a red nose in the portrait. "Stop it! Which house are you from?"

Umbridge tried several more times and found that she was blocked by an invisible film. Her magic was completely ineffective. As a last resort, she turned her gaze to the headmaster's desk. Umbridge sat on the headmaster's chair with difficulty, facing Mafalda's face, and looked at her for a while.

"Obviously, I'm a Slytherin." She said casually.

"Liar!" said the portrait of Phineas Black, Sirius' great-grandfather and the most unpopular headmaster of Hogwarts. He squinted his eyes and seemed to have just woken up.

"My name is Mafalda, you can ask someone to check," Umbridge said sweetly, "If you can do it, Headmaster Black." Then she ignored the accusations of the portraits and stared at a drawer in the desk.

The drawer was locked when she checked it for the first time. She tried the conventional breaking spell, but there was no response.

There was no other way at the moment, so she could only focus on this. "I need a key," she said to herself, "I don't want him to wear it, otherwise I will get nothing." She thought hard, "If the key is in the house, where is it?" It

took her quite a while to finally find the key from the bottom drawer on the other side. The key was hidden under a thick pile of documents and several letters. If it were usual, she would be interested in snooping into Dumbledore's privacy and social network, and it would be best if she could get some dirty information.

But she just rolled up the documents and letters randomly, fumbled around in it, and took out an ancient key.

She held her breath and put the key into the lock. The "click" sounded like the sound of nature. She pulled the drawer hard, and the glow of magic instantly illuminated her eyes. She stared greedily at the things inside: the yew wand, the black gem ring, the locket, the crown, and the tattered diary.

In addition to the wand, the locket and the crown, the other two items looked dull.

"Slytherin's locket... Ravenclaw's diadem..."

Umbridge was shaking with excitement. She ignored the portrait beside her and shouted "Thief! Shameful thief!" She stuffed the target of this trip - the relic that was said to 'hide the secret of the power of Slytherin and Ravenclaw, two of the four giants of Hogwarts' - into her pocket, then jumped off the chair and was about to run away.

She knew that she had wasted too much time. The mysterious man promised to buy her time, but she didn't dare to be completely sure.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

An idea popped up in her mind uncontrollably: The mysterious man's desire for the locket and the diadem was beyond words, so what about other things that could be ranked alongside these two treasures? Is that wand a powerful wand? Does the black gem ring have any other secrets? The diary...

Umbridge disdained the tattered diary with a big hole in the middle.

Greedy Desire took over again, and she turned back and reached into the drawer, when she heard a high, loud cry, and a ball of fire came out of the circular office, and a phoenix emerged from the fire.

Umbridge was terrified. She had never considered this situation at all. Was Dumbledore coming back? She looked like a stupid portrait, and there was no way she could hide it from Dumbledore... For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

Fawkes spread his wings and landed on the gilded perch by the door, looking at her scrutinizingly.

There was some silence in the circular room, and Umbridge slowly retracted her hands, showing her empty hands to the phoenix in a flattering manner, and moved towards the door step by step, "Don't let her leave! Fawkes, she's a thief! "A portrait shouted.

Umbridge's brain buzzed, damn, stupid portrait, I will destroy you if I get the chance! She thought so in her heart, but her body was doing the exact opposite. She reached out her hand in a panic and pressed on the door handle and twisted it hard. She could already hear the angry cry of the phoenix and the flapping of its wings. She pulled hard and the door opened. Thanks to her current thin figure, which was much smaller than a phoenix with its wings spread out, Umbridge saw Fawkes's long, pointed beak pecked at the door frame at the moment the door was finally closed, knocking out a few sparks.

"Bang!"

The door closed, and Umbridge was very relieved. "Bang! "Another sound, she jumped up in fright, and hurriedly jumped onto the spiral staircase. The stairs began to automatically and slowly go down, but she couldn't wait any longer, and stepped on the steps with her short legs to speed up. As soon as a crack appeared in the wall, she couldn't wait to jump out, and then ran wildly in the empty corridor.

She heard the sound of the door being knocked open, and her heart was in her throat. She rolled and crawled all the way to the moving staircase of the main building, and almost rolled down the stairs. She gasped twice and ran down desperately, looking extremely embarrassed. But she didn't care, anyway, it wasn't her face that was used.

She had planned from the beginning to make that girl a scapegoat.

She What needs to be done now is to run to the abandoned classroom on the first floor and exchange with the real Mafalda. Umbridge's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she ran.

In order to destroy evidence and get rid of suspicion, it is the best choice to have a body appear in the school.

The cry of the phoenix echoed in the corridor of the castle. Umbridge was frightened and ran faster.

But she didn't need to worry too much. The cry of the phoenix was not directed at her, but at a certain ancient magic professor who had done something dirty. Fawkes broke open the door, but was grabbed by the neck by a hand that suddenly stretched out from the air and shook it. Fawkes, who had never been treated so roughly, was about to explode.

"Relax," Felix said with a smile, holding Fawkes like a hen, and stroking its beautiful feathers with the other hand as if to comfort it, "Calm down, you have to give her some time to escape, otherwise it won't work..."

Fawkes raised his slender and graceful neck, his eyes full of anger.

Felix leisurely took out a silver pocket watch, opened the front cover and looked at the time, "Chi? "Valen's voice came from inside. "It's not over yet. It's safest for you to stay inside." Felix comforted.

"Chi!!!"

"Uh, sorry, I can't give you the little snake yet. There are potential risks in using the traceless extension spell in a nested manner. You don't want it to explode suddenly..."

Felix closed the cover of the watch, carried Fawkes down the stairs of the principal's office, and looked out the window in the corridor on the eighth floor.

It was as bright as day outside, and brooms flew over the castle. He saw some familiar faces, and - as if competing with each other, balls of illumination flew out from various locations in the castle, and the soft white light overlapped, turning Hogwarts into a world of light.

The corpses hiding in the bushes, behind the trees, and beside the stones immediately jumped out from their hiding places like headless flies, and instinctively fled to the distance, but were ignited by the white flames sprinkled by the flying brooms whizzing through the air.

Dozens and hundreds of illumination spells gathered together, and even half of the forbidden forest was lit up.

Felix finally let go of his hand, and Fawkes broke free from his arms, angrily spraying several golden sparks at him. Felix waved at it, "Go, go, get Umbridge moving, don't just stand there, Voldemort can't wait any longer..."

Fawkes turned gracefully in mid-air, and the two long feathers dragging behind him swung on Felix's arm, and flew towards the moving staircase of the main building without looking back.

...

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the empty wall break. When he got to the back, he knew that the enemy would never succeed. They had a steady stream of support.

At first, there were only Hagrid and Grawp. Later, he came and knocked down several dark wizards in one breath and dispersed the Dementors here. Then they successfully joined Mad-Eye Moody and Tonks. Later, Ron brought Neville, Fred and George. They followed Moody's instructions and formed a bullhorn formation, letting little Grawp hide behind and throw stones. Those werewolves, vampires, and dark wizards could never get up again after being hit.

Sirius and Snape were also assigned by Professor McGonagall. Hagrid shouted and called for the centaurs. When Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout also arrived, the situation was completely stable. The invaders had to retreat outside the broken wall.

"Let's double team them!" Moody shouted. He grabbed the flying brooms from Ron, Fred, George, and Neville without any hesitation. The twins cursed and were reluctant, but he and Tonks did not use the Polyjuice Potion tonight because they were guarding the school wall. This made the magic eye in his eye socket rotate rapidly, which was amazingly intimidating.

Moody glanced at Harry and did not ask him for the Firebolt, which made Harry feel relieved.

He distributed the brooms to Sirius, Tonks, Snape, and kept the last one for himself. Moody stared at Harry and said, "You stay here and don't interrupt! Listen to me--" He roared, "I heard that you are a rare seeker, so use your role. I won't assign you any tasks."

Moody, Sirius, Tonks, and Snape rode on their brooms and flew outside the wall. This move undoubtedly caught the other side off guard. There were screams and the sound of heavy bodies falling to the ground outside. "It's time for us to move, boys," Flitwick said sharply. "Stand behind me, please."

He stood with Professor Sprout, like a sharp arrow, and walked towards the huge gap in the wall. There was enough light now, so there was no need to worry about being attacked by surprise. The four students followed closely behind, followed by the centaur, Hagrid and Grawp.

Harry held the Firebolt in a daze, then turned over and climbed onto the broom and flew into the air. Now he could see more clearly: Moody and the other four just used the brooms to fly to the other side, and got off the brooms after passing by. Harry suddenly understood his position.

The sky is his home.

He dived down, and the Firebolt seemed to merge with him. Harry passed a Death Eater like a ghost. He could even see his reflection in the man's pupils. A red light flashed, and the dark wizard fell to the ground.

"Look out! It's Harry Potter, he, he's flying!"

"Well done, kid!" Moody shouted happily. He took advantage of the opportunity created by Harry to knock down two dark wizards in an instant, and the others also achieved results.

Harry manipulated the Firebolt with ease. He was covered with the Humanoid Armor Charm. He kept flying at a low altitude and high speed. The piercing whistling sound from his body frightened the dark wizards. After a few times, the remaining dark wizards could not stand it.

They all Apparated and fled. In panic, more than one person suffered a very serious split phenomenon.

"A few escaped." Moody muttered.

Harry slowly landed. Sirius ran over excitedly and patted Harry's shoulder hard. Harry sat on the ground with his buttocks. The stones hurt him. He couldn't help but grin at his godfather.

Sirius smiled and sat near him, "You did a good job, Harry."

"What about us?" Fred came over with resentment. He was still upset about the broom. George, Neville and Ron were also sitting around. In just a dozen minutes, they were all exhausted. They watched Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout express their opinions on the huge gap in the school wall.

"It's going to be a lot of work to repair it..."

"It's better than starting from scratch," said Professor Sprout. She sprinkled a few seeds at the gap and waved her wand. Tender sprouts emerged from the soil and grew rapidly. Soon, they blocked most of the gap along the wall. "Wait a minute, Pomona..." Moody said gruffly from outside. He and Tonks dragged the tightly tied dark wizard in. "Okay."

Professor Sprout waved her wand and the vines immediately filled the last bit of space.

"At least it can last until dawn," she said.

Grawp held a stone the size of a human head in his hand, as if he was shaking a small stone, as if he was aiming at the vine wall. Hagrid hurried to stop him. Six or seven centaurs looked at the giant sitting on the ground with vigilance, but because they had experienced a battle together, they were too embarrassed to point their bows and arrows at him.

"But it's over. I'm so tired." Ron, who had just watched a wonderful show, said, leaning on George. George leaned back, so Ron lay on his knees. George lowered his head and stared at his brother.

"Do you want me to fix your nose?"

"Ahem!" Ron immediately got up and said seriously, "I wonder what's going on in the castle now?"