Chapter 171: The Battle That Made Gerald Famous.
"Sectumsempra!"
Gerald attacked first.
An invisible blade of air shot from his wand tip, slicing through the air with a piercing tearing sound, straight toward the face of the tall wizard in the middle.
Fred and the others followed close behind.
"Stupefy!" "Petrificus Totalus!" "Diffindo!"
Several spells shot out from different directions at once, leaving trails of scorching light.
The sudden attack stunned both the three dark figures and the Gryffindor students.
The older students had not expected anyone in the lower years to dare to attack first, while the three Death Eaters had never imagined that a few wolf cubs were hiding among the lambs they had been beating back.
Before anyone could think further, Gerald shouted, "There are only three of them, and over a hundred of us! If we all rush them, we'll definitely win!"
"That's right! There are only three of them. What are we afraid of? If we each fire one spell, they won't be able to block them all!" Fred immediately understood Gerald's intent and chimed in.
"Boss Gerald is right! We have the advantage! When have we Gryffindors ever been afraid of a fight?" Lee Jordan loudly agreed.
At those words, the young witches and wizards snapped out of their daze.
That was right. There were so many of them.
And this was their Common Room. The enemy had attacked their home. How could they stand for that?
Hundreds of spells then flew out at once. Red, blue, purple-spell light of every color wove a dense web of firepower across the Common Room, pouring toward the three intruders.
Gerald actually knew that spells cast by students below fifth year would probably have no substantial effect on these three.
A Stunning Spell capable of knocking out