"Stop hiding! We know you're in there! Several wands are pointed at you. Don't think we're afraid of hurting someone and won't attack!"
Piercing shouts rang out in the darkness, while heavy, chaotic footsteps closed in from all directions.
Inside the tent, Dumbledore sat steadily, showing no intention of getting up.
Seeing the Headmaster like this, Snape quickly picked up the small bag beside him, rummaged through it, and pulled out several little green balls glowing with an eerie green light.
Without a second thought, he swung his arm and hurled the little green balls outside the tent.
"Damn it! What the hell are these things?" Panicked cries came from outside.
Hearing the commotion outside, even Dumbledore's usually calm eyebrows twitched slightly.
Snape swiftly recited an incantation and cast Protego on himself. A transparent magical shield instantly enveloped him.
Then he reached out, flung open the tent flap, and strode outside.
"Help! Stay away from me!"
Outside was already a complete mess. Four or five figures writhed and screamed in agony on the ground, while flashes of spell light occasionally streaked through the air.
The plants Snape had thrown out had already rapidly unfurled their leaves and were now hopping around everywhere with howls. The long, broad barbs on their leaves kept opening and closing.
He carefully skirted the bloody battlefield and aimed his Wand at the few enemies still resisting.
"Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!" Snape shouted, and two dazzling beams shot from the tip of his Wand straight at the enemies.
"Ah, no!" With cries of despair, those who had lost their wands immediately lost the ability to fight back. In the blink of an eye, the crazed plants pounced on them and knocked them to the ground, drawing miserable screams from them.
Snape casually caught several wands flying toward him.