The few remaining Death Eaters fled in defeat.
Left behind with the Giant Tribe were numerous corpses blasted apart by magic.
Dealing with corpses was a rather bloody task.
The bolder boys and girls took part in it.
But most of the work was still done by the House-Elves.
As for the other students, they were immersed in the joy of victory.
Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and the others were also delighted. This crisis had been resolved just like that.
However, Dumbledore kept glancing toward the sky thousands of miles above.
Unfortunately, their gazes could not pierce through the layers of black fog to see how Katelyle was doing.
The battle between gods was not something they could participate in yet.
Severus Snape also looked into the void. With his strength, it was not impossible for him to fly up and take a look.
But whether he could fight was another question.
After all, he truly was powerful, but he was not a god in the end.
Was becoming a god really so easy?
By the time everyone had nearly finished cleaning up the battlefield, Katelyle appeared within their sight.
Appearing alongside Katelyle were a little lion, a little puppy, and a little foal.
This sudden sight made Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and the other professors immensely curious.
"Kate, did you just go traveling?" Dumbledore teased as he looked at the three pets by Katelyle's feet.
"I had a fight, then discovered these three little fellows were quite interesting, so I brought them back." Katelyle laughed heartily, picked up the little puppy, and said, "They're very clever. Don't underestimate him."
Severus Snape narrowed his eyes at the three little fellows by Katelyle's feet, feeling that there was something wrong with them.
Hagrid stepped forward, bent down, and directly picked up the Sphinx.