Heaven-Weeping Magic Swords

The battlefield was in complete chaos.

Molly had already left with the children. With one fewer person in the team facing Barbarossa, Sirius Black, Lupin, and the others knew they were no match for the Pirate King. They instead joined the Order of the Phoenix members led by Oakden Hobdun and Dean Waffling to fight the Underworld Warriors summoned by Anubi.

The Underworld Warriors charged in formation, their wolf heads hideous beneath pitch-black armor. Their movements were clean and efficient, bone blades flashing with cold light in their hands. The Order of the Phoenix members met them in an iron-wall formation, spells raining down as metal and magic collided in showers of sparks!

Meanwhile, Barbarossa was being besieged by six people: Scrimgeour, Theseus Scamander, Nymphadora, and the three Potters—father and sons. The first three were Aurors or former Aurors, with their own well-established system for group combat, while the three Potters' magic came from the same lineage. Knowing one another inside out, they worked together with flawless coordination.

Overall, compared with Sirius Black's team, these six were clearly handling things with far greater ease.

Under the leadership of Gawain Robards and John Dawlish, the Aurors were fighting the roaring Mummy Three-Headed Dragon that blotted out the sky. At this point, fewer than twenty Aurors remained. Clearly, they had lost nearly half their numbers in the earlier battle against Morgan and Anubi.

"Hold the line! Director Bones has received the distress signal! She'll be here soon with Hit Wizards, Unspeakables, and reconnaissance teams—" Robards, bloodshot-eyed from the slaughter, roared as he continued casting spell after spell.

"Crack—!!"

The Mummy Dragon suddenly beat its pair of tattered giant wings. The pressure of the wind swept outward, flinging several wizards several meters away. They barely managed to defend themselves with shields!

"Protego Totalum!"