Just as the Dark Wizards' senses were numbed by excruciating pain and tortured by overwhelming weakness, two cheerful voices rang out.
"We're here!"
"Surrender!"
Already shrouded in despair, the Dark Wizards found those two cheerful shouts especially grating.
Only after the cheerful voices fell silent did the Dark Wizards hear the disorderly footsteps and heavy panting.
"Sectumsempra!"
The professor who had so easily defeated them cast a spell. Though it was only a short incantation, it still made them shudder instinctively, their bodies growing even colder.
The moment the incantation ended, piercing screams immediately rang out.
For some reason, upon hearing those screams, the Dark Wizards felt as though their bodies... were not quite as cold as before. Perhaps it was because they had new companions now.
A question also arose in their minds: who had driven their companions here, causing the newcomers to be attacked?
The two cheerful voices took the initiative to speak. "Yo! Professor Snape, didn't expect to find you here! We didn't interrupt anything, did we?"
The Dark Wizards now knew one thing: this professor, like a great bat and vicious beyond measure in his spellcasting, was named Snape.
Since those two voices called Snape "Professor," then that meant... they were Hogwarts students?
Another question arose. Why did those two cheerful voices sound so alike? Could it be... they came from the same person?
They struggled to open their eyes and saw two figures riding Flying Broomsticks, drifting back and forth through the air.
With a casual flick of his Wand, Snape made the two figures immediately cry out, "Professor Snape, we were wrong!"
They clutched the handles of their Flying Broomsticks tightly, doing their best to control their descent. "Don't break our Flying Broomsticks! Wood... I mean, Angelina will yell at us!"
Snape lowered his