The feat that astonished Harry came from Professor McGonagall, who had just arrived.
Professor McGonagall was actually flying through the air.
Flight was not a particularly rare or special ability for wizards, at least not for a wizard of Professor McGonagall's caliber.
What astonished Harry was the way Professor McGonagall flew.
The back of the green cloak she usually wore had actually transformed into a pair of enormous wings. The flapping they had heard earlier had come from those wings beating.
Professor McGonagall had not come to watch the match that day. Clearly, word of the commotion at the Quidditch pitch had reached her, and she had hurried over.
Professor McGonagall was not wearing glasses that day, nor had she tied up her hair. It made her look less stern than usual, and much younger. At that moment, however, her face was filled with an anger she did not ordinarily show.
"Severus, move!" Professor McGonagall called sharply from the air.
Her voice was not loud, yet it instantly carried clearly across the entire Quidditch pitch.
Snape naturally heard her. He immediately rolled twice in succession, dodging an attack from the monster, which had broken through the flames without a single burn on its body, and putting some distance between them in the process.
Once Snape was clear of the monster, Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at it from the air.
More than a dozen razor-sharp stone spikes, each seven or eight meters long, instantly thrust out of the ground.
The monster had no time to react at all. Several holes were pierced through both its upper and lower body, and it was lifted bodily off the ground and left suspended in the air.
"Amazing!" Harry's eyes lit up.
His own Head of House really was the coolest. She usually kept