Draco Malfoy was terrified now, because he had watched his aunt reduce the school's Great Hall to a wreck with a wave of her hand.
Bella recklessly smashed the long tables of the four Houses into countless pieces. Wood chips scattered wildly through the air, neatly arranged plates and goblets were smashed into fragments in an instant, and even the candles floating overhead were extinguished by the violent magic.
The Great Hall's ceiling seemed restless, powerful lightning brewing amid the rolling black clouds.
Whenever someone with ill intentions entered the Great Hall, the ceiling was responsible for raising the alarm and driving the enemy back.
A tremendous crash nearly tore everyone's eardrums apart as arm-thick bolts of lightning came crashing down on the Death Eaters, intent on utterly destroying these brazen intruders.
Draco Malfoy's face was deathly pale. His legs trembled, his hair stood on end, and his skin prickled.
The lightning carried the power to destroy the world, but unfortunately, the Death Eaters here were all elite among elites. Bella's eyes bulged, her hair hung in a wild mess, and her crooked Wand erupted with solid light as she fought against the lightning.
A beastlike roar came from Bella's throat. Lightning of that intensity was somewhat difficult for her to withstand alone.
The other Death Eaters all raised their Wands, unleashing all kinds of magic to join Bella in resisting Hogwarts's lightning.
At last, as though its energy had run out, the lightning suddenly dimmed. Even some of the dark clouds on the ceiling dispersed, leaving only black mist drifting weakly through the air.
Draco Malfoy, who had witnessed everything, felt his limbs turn icy and his heart sink into despair. He had never particularly liked Hogwarts, but seeing its peace so ruthlessly destroyed, he could not help feeling