Brilliant fireworks were built from countless spells.
They were dazzling, but also exceedingly dangerous.
With cries from both sides, the war was on the verge of erupting.
"Freezing Arrow Charm!"
"Beacon Blaze Charm!"
"Sky Collapse and Earth Split Charm!"
"Water Tornado Storm Charm!"
"Thunderous Might Charm!"
In an instant, as the army of Death Eaters charged forward, overwhelming Combination Magic poured down like a violent storm.
The battlefield, spanning a thousand kilometers, was covered in the blink of an eye.
The scene was absolutely breathtaking.
Spies observing the battle from afar broadcast this scene onto the giant screens of forces around the world.
In fact, from the moment Voldemort's army began closing in on Hogwarts, someone had already begun broadcasting the footage to the public.
Thus, those watching this battle included not only the upper echelons of various powers, but also ordinary citizens of the Muggle world.
At that moment, everyone stared wide-eyed at the overwhelming magic that surpassed their imagination.
Could this really be possible?
Was this some kind of special effect?
This couldn't be real, could it?
Was God playing a joke on them?
All sorts of thoughts flashed through their minds.
They still found it difficult to believe that this was magic as they understood it.
As Battle Mages, Harry Potter and the other sixty-three did not rush out to engage the enemy in fierce combat right away.
Instead, together with all the teachers and students, they unleashed powerful Combination Magic, giving the enemy an absolute magical baptism first.
The Werewolves running across the ground wore light armor and had weapons strapped to their limbs, yet under such overwhelming magic, more than half of them were killed or wounded in a short time.
On the other side, the Death Eaters who used flying brooms or