As Wentworth spoke, he pointed his wand at the wizard hunter in front of him. At the same time, he used his left thumb to pick up the Felicity Potion that he had been holding in his left hand and took a big sip without hesitation.

"To pieces!"

Seeing the wizard hunter on the opposite side casting a spell, Wentworth, holding the Fuling potion in his mouth, said incoherently:

"Expelliarmus!"

At the same time, Wentworth quickly dodged to the side, hoping to avoid the opponent's spell.

Perhaps it was the effect of the Felicity potion. Wentworth's spell and the spell cast by the wizard hunter on the opposite side happened to meet in the air, and the two spells exploded at the same time in mid-air.

The shock wave formed by the explosion splashed several pieces of rubble between Wentworth and the wizard hunter. One of the pieces of rubble happened to scratch the wizard hunter's eyebrow, and suddenly, blood gushed out from the wizard hunter's brow.

"Damn it! You little brat, when I catch you, I'm going to make you pay! You'll all be petrified!"

The wizard hunter covered his eyes, cursed angrily, and continued to attack Wentworth.

But perhaps because the blood in the corner of his eye affected his vision, or perhaps the bottle of Felixir potion that Wentworth had just drunk was still taking effect, the accuracy of the spell cast by the wizard hunter was greatly reduced, and Wentworth could retaliate from time to time while dodging.

On the other side, the rest of the wizards in the wizard hunter group were attacking Dumbledore with all their might. Various spells, emitting colorful lights, attacked Dumbledore non-stop.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was doing his best to support the protective spells around himself and Wentworth. Although the protective spells continued to ripple under the opponent's attack, they remained strong.

While Dumbledore and Wentworth were fighting fiercely with the wizard hunters on the opposite side, deep in the surrounding forest, two pairs of eyes were silently staring at the battlefield.

Through the occasional moonlight that filtered through the branches, two figures could be vaguely seen, squatting quietly behind a bush in the woods, looking in the direction of Dumbledore and Wentworth.

At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the other side of the bushes. Two people hiding there almost simultaneously took out their wands from their waists and pointed them in the direction where the sound came from. They were also two wizards.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the other side of the bushes. Upon closer inspection, it was the blond-haired, blue-eyed wizard hunter who had just left.

The two wizards hiding behind the bushes, with the help of the moonlight, saw who was coming, and they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and put away their wands.

The blond wizard walked up to the two of them and said, "What bad luck that we have attracted Dumbledore this time! If Dumbledore hadn't seemed to want to give that kid a lesson, I would have really died there!"

In the darkness of the night, another person spoke doubtfully:

"Is Dumbledore really that powerful? But it seems that he is being suppressed by that group of wizard hunters and has no chance to fight back! Could it be that you are too cautious? After all, Dumbledore is an old man now."

The other wizard seemed a little unwilling to say, "Are we just going to leave like this? We paid such a huge price, a full 100,000 Galleons, to hire so many wizard hunters. You also spent so much effort to blend in with them, and you're just going to give up like this?"

Hearing this, the blond wizard paused, but then he said, "As long as the people are fine, they are in the light and we are in the dark, we will always have a chance. As for the price, hehe, it's not like we can't get it reimbursed after we go back!"

"Remember to remind me when you get back to change the invoice to 150,000 Galleons."

As soon as the blond wizard finished speaking, he Teleported away without hesitation and left the jungle. The remaining two wizards looked at each other with a hint of joy in their eyes, and then they did not hesitate and Teleported away.

While the three wizards were using Apparition, Dumbledore, who was in a stalemate with the remaining wizard hunters, glanced through the dense forest in the direction where the three wizards left, but did not react.

At this time, in front of Dumbledore, the group of wizard hunters were still casting spells at Dumbledore non-stop.

Behind Dumbledore, Wentworth was in a stalemate with the wizard hunter who had an injured eye.

However, both of them did not seem to be in very good condition at the moment. The wizard hunter covered his eyes with his hands, but since he had no chance to stop the bleeding, his face was extremely pale and he seemed to have some symptoms of excessive blood loss.

At this moment, Wentworth's breathing became noticeably heavier. He was gasping for breath, panting with his hands on his hips.

"Brat, I never thought you were still young and had plenty of magic power. You could actually hold on until now! I want to see how long you can hold on!"

The wizard hunter covered his eyes with his hands, his face covered in blood, and spoke to Wentworth viciously.

Having said that, the wizard hunter's body was obviously shaking, and he seemed to be exhausted.

At this moment, Wentworth put his hands on his waist, pointed his wand at the wizard hunter, and said quietly: "God's Sharp Sword!"

When the wizard hunter saw Wentworth pointing his wand at him, he immediately prepared for defense.

However, the wizard hunter saw the corners of Wentworth's mouth twitch slightly, but there was no sign on Wentworth's wand, no beam of light, no sparks, not even a thread of light.

Seeing this, the wizard hunter thought that Wentworth's magic power had run out, and when he was about to laugh, an invisible blade cut off his fingers.

Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone and the disbelief of the wizard hunter, his fingers and his wand fell to the ground together.

(End of this chapter)