Harry did not know what magic Professor Babbling was going to use, but he was a little worried. After all, so many powerful spells from the three Heads of House had barely affected the monster.
If Professor Babbling accidentally got hurt by the monster... other injuries would be one thing, but it would be such a shame if her face got hurt.
Patting his head to clear away his jumbled thoughts, Harry continued watching the battle intently. His little gesture, however, made Neville glance at him a couple more times in mild confusion.
Professor Babbling did not know Harry and Neville were watching her intently, though she probably would not have cared even if she had known. At least a hundred young wizards in the Castle were watching her at that moment.
After calmly reciting a long incantation, Professor Babbling pointed her wand at the monster, which was locked in combat with Professor Flitwick and the magical plants Professor Sprout had summoned.
A dark red beam shot from the tip of her wand and struck the monster, spreading instantly into a dark red, liquid-like layer of light over its entire body.
That layer of light did not seem to have any destructive power. It merely enveloped the monster.
The monster did not scream or howl, evidently feeling no pain. Still, it froze briefly at the sudden change to its body.
It seemed to try moving, and its movements were not affected in the slightest.
The spell wasn't working?
That was what the vast majority of the young wizards watching the battle, including Harry and Neville, were thinking at that moment.
After all, many of the spells Professor McGonagall and the others had used earlier had been far less effective when they hit the monster.
*Had this beautiful professor only come