A swarm of wild Doxies was attacking the Mamluks.
They were thick as summer mosquitoes. The difference was that mosquitoes liked to appear during hot summers, while Doxies preferred winter.
Even wizards needed antidotes after being bitten by Doxies; their venom was even more lethal to Muggles. By the time Georgiana arrived, someone had already fallen from his horse from poisoning. His face had turned bluish-white, and he looked to be in critical condition.
She somewhat regretted not bringing her velvet bag, though there was no time for regret now. She threw out the bath towel in her hand, extending it until it became very long, then wrapped all the Doxies inside it.
Before they could bite through the towel with their sharp teeth, she cast Incendio, burning all those Doxies to death. The remaining Doxies no longer posed a threat to the Mamluks.
Their cannon fire might have lacked accuracy, but they were still formidable with cold weapons. Seeing that things had turned against them, the Doxies turned and fled, swiftly vanishing into the undergrowth.
Everyone looked at her with very strange expressions.
She looked up at the sky. Though the canopy blocked most of it, she could still see dozens of figures flying toward them. The sky, which had merely been overcast, now rumbled with thunder as though lightning might strike at any moment.
About a minute later, a squad of "Aurors" riding brooms landed.
"Did you bring antidotes?" she asked the leading wizard.
"Yes."
"Give them the antidote." Georgiana pointed at the Mamluks lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.
He froze for a moment, looking extremely unwilling.
"They work for me. Hurry up," Georgiana threatened.
The wizard then took out the antidote and gave it to them. It seemed that the antidote made for wizards