Crack!
After that bolt from the blue, the wand Draco had been pointing at Neville's throat was wrenched from his hand by a powerful force and sent flying high into the air. His body was paralyzed by red lightning, and his legs gave out beneath him. He dropped to one knee, unable to move!
Who had intervened?
Even without turning around, Draco knew the answer.
The students in physical education class had been "working together" for over a year. They all knew exactly what magic each other excelled at.
Potter's signature move was that Disarming Charm of his, which could strike several targets at once and paralyze them!
Whoosh!
A fierce wind followed. The little wizards still conscious in the clearing all looked up. When they saw the three figures gradually coming into focus, many of them gasped in surprise!
Neville looked at Draco Malfoy kneeling before him, his expression complicated.
Strictly speaking, Malfoy had gained the upper hand in their duel just now, even though Neville had voluntarily withdrawn his sword.
But Neville quickly cast aside that small regret and looked up at the sky with everyone else.
"Merlin's beard."
After getting a clear look, Neville cried out in astonishment.
"It's Harry and the others! They're flying without brooms!"
Fleur stopped dancing as well. Panting, she wiped away her sweat and looked up, equally puzzled by what she saw.
"Is this some kind of special magic? But it looks like they're riding something. Oh, if it's—"
"Thestrals."
Viktor's face turned slightly pale. The hideous-looking creatures beneath Harry and the others made his shoulders draw in slightly.
"A kind of magical creature that can fly, like hippogriffs or Abraxans. But only people who have seen death can see them."
Seen death...
Several people shuddered, but Luna happily greeted the Thestrals