Normally, the two groups should have faced off for a while, but unfortunately, nothing about this situation was normal.
There was no pre-battle trash talk. What there was, was the new generation of Hogwarts professors' signature zero-frame opening move. Kayson instantly used Ender teleportation to appear amid the crowd, and a massive wave of fire surged outward from him.
The previous wave of fire had weeded out those who lacked the resolve to cause trouble, leaving only the ones fully committed to it. This time, it weeded out those who were not particularly strong as well, leaving them to the Aurors and Hit Wizards outside. As for those capable of going toe-to-toe with Lu Ping and Sirius, Kayson kept them for himself.
By now, nearly everyone remaining in the center was a Death Eater. Even those who were not were former Death Eaters, and they all drew their wands and aimed them at Kayson.
Kayson looked at the masks on their faces and revealed a subtle smile. He did not even need to think with his knees to know that among these people were surely the fathers of Slytherin students. Of course, the other two Houses would have some as well, just not as many as Slytherin.
If they had all used their real faces, he might have needed to consider whether mowing down his students' fathers was inappropriate for a professor.
But things were different now. They were all wearing masks, and his psychological burden vanished at once.
The mechanical arms behind him instantly sprang out from beneath the cape draped over the back of his trench coat, baring their fangs and claws. Their blades, flickering with magical light, stabbed at the chest of the nearest Death Eater.
The blade, originally as thin as a cicada's wing, actually punched