Parseltongue?

Faced with the defenders' summoned creatures pouring out in full force, the battle immediately became incredibly fierce.

Explosions and the roar of spells streaking through the air rang out one after another. The center of the battlefield looked like a nonstop fireworks display.

At that moment, Harry and the others in the sky seemed to think things weren't chaotic enough, and made another bombing run over the breach in the city wall.

In the end, despite losing three Flying Broomsticks, they still managed to drop both sets of Explosive Amulets they were carrying.

This time, the bombs landed right in the middle of the battlefield, catching quite a few of their own people in the blast as well. The defenders had never expected such a reckless air raid, so the damage it caused was astonishing.

Two Rock Golems were blown to pieces before they could even reach the enemy. An Anti-air Scatter Cannon and more than a dozen wizards from both sides were also caught in the chain of explosions.

Even so, the remaining defenders held the attacking wizards at bay. The narrow approach also let the two Lava Cannons in the rear do their job perfectly. For a while, the attacking wizards couldn't even get close to the breach under the relentless bombardment.

"What a shame," Snape said regretfully outside the instance. "If only Harry had aimed that air raid at the artillery. And what was Wood thinking? He knew the enemy's Air Power was formidable, yet he didn't take precautions. They have an Air Force of their own, after all."

"Resource allocation has always been a headache in war," Anduin said with a smile and a shake of his head. "Besides, even a defending Air Force can't completely stop an aerial bombardment like that."

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