"It's my Hogwarts!" Voldemort roared. "Attack! Attack!"
Upon hearing Voldemort's Command, the Dark Wizards raised their Wands in unison. Their roaring incantations merged into a single chorus as they unleashed their spells toward Hagrid.
Their thinking was similar to Voldemort's: attack this unexpected reinforcement force and shake Hogwarts' morale.
"Protego!" Dumbledore's incantation rang out. He spun around sharply and raised his Wand toward the Centaurs.
A vast Magical Energy Field suddenly spread out, radiating brilliant white light as it blocked every spell from the Dark Wizards.
The spells collided with the Magical Energy Field, erupting in thunderous booms, yet the Centaurs were unharmed.
The Dark Wizards' spells fell like a torrential downpour, striking the Magical Energy Field one after another and bursting into countless ripples amid rolling thunder—yet they still failed to harm the Centaurs in the slightest.
The Dark Wizards had been gathered by Herpo. Having long been tempered on the Middle East battlefield, they had barely begun their attack on the Centaurs before turning their Wands toward the wizards behind Dumbledore.
The wizards on Hogwarts' side had been ready as well.
At that moment, the battlefield was completely ignited.
The two sides of wizards crashed together like twin floods bursting through a dam, accompanied by shouts of battle and incantations.
Dumbledore had chosen to protect the Centaurs. This was exactly the moment Voldemort had been waiting for.
Without the slightest hesitation, his body transformed into a mass of Black Mist and shot straight at Dumbledore like an arrow loosed from its bow.
Wherever his Black Mist passed, surging magical waves tore through the grass, flinging dirt and blades of grass to either side and leaving behind a deep, vicious groove.
The nearby Ministry of Magic staff and Dark Wizards had no time to react before the surging magical