Seamus's Special Talent

The Great Hall grew emptier and emptier as everyone busied themselves preparing for the coming war.

As the sunlight gradually shifted from orange-red to bright pale gold, deafening cries suddenly erupted around Hogwarts.

Countless Death Eaters surged in from every direction, charging toward Hogwarts like a tidal wave. Every face was twisted with madness, as though their target was not an impregnable castle, but a delicious cake within easy reach.

Up on the castle towers, even battle-hardened Aurors instinctively tightened their grips on their wands at the sight.

They could not tell how many Death Eaters were below—perhaps hundreds, perhaps thousands—but there were certainly more than Hogwarts's defenders.

"Damn it, where did You-Know-Who find so many Death Eaters?"

"Are there really that many wizards in the United Kingdom?"

A few quiet curses rose from the crowd, quickly fading away until only increasingly heavy breathing remained.

At the same time, the Death Eaters at the front had reached Hogwarts's gates. Countless spells effortlessly destroyed the sturdy wrought-iron gates.

However, the moment they stepped over the wreckage and set foot inside Hogwarts, their bodies rapidly faded and disintegrated, shattering like smashed plaster statues.

In that instant, terror drove away their madness, and the sanity consumed by Dark magic suddenly returned.

The Death Eaters at the front who had somehow survived struggled to stop, but they could not. Those still charging behind them shoved and pressed forward, forcibly pushing them through Hogwarts's gates, where they were blasted into pieces by the surging magic.

A few minutes later, when the Death Eaters finally managed to stop, a thick layer of gray powder had already piled up beside the castle gates.

"Excellent!"

On the Astronomy Tower, someone excitedly pumped a fist and shouted, "No wonder it took so many people to cast that spell. They