Just as Hermione and Professor Babbling were intently channeling their magic, attempting to reseal the negative emotional energy deep underground, a chilling laugh shattered the silence.
Young Rookwood led a group of dark wizards dressed in black robes with ferocious faces as they emerged from the darkness, instantly forming an encirclement and blocking Draco and the others' escape route.
"You didn't expect that, Young Malfoy!" Young Rookwood waved his wand, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
"The situation has turned around so quickly. I've already said it before, it's not certain who will have the last laugh in this game."
Hermione and Professor Babbling were at a critical juncture in their spellcasting, golden runes swirling in the air as a massive surge of emotional energy was forcibly suppressed.
Faced with the sudden attack, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads, and a hint of anxiety and helplessness flashed in their eyes.
They knew they absolutely could not afford to be distracted at this moment.
If the spell is interrupted, the sealed energy will backfire, and the consequences are unknown.
Therefore, they could only grit their teeth and barely maintain the stability of the seal, leaving them no time to deal with the crisis behind them, and all their hopes were now pinned on Draco.
Draco, with over a dozen wands pointing at him, merely dusted off non-existent dust from the hem of his black robe.
"You're way too late, Rookwood."
His voice was calm and even.
"While you're still gloating on your journey, I've already wiped out all that so-called ' Ancient Magic '."
"Hahahaha!" Young Rookwood was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Do you think I'm a fool?" He abruptly stopped laughing, pointed at Draco's wand, and his eyes were practically overflowing with greed.
"The true legacy of Ancient Magic isn't those negative energies at all, but rather the wand in your hand!"
"Only an idiot like Ranrok would want to touch those sources of magic filled with negative emotions!"
These words were like a sharp knife piercing Ranrok's heart.
However,
He couldn't say anything, and he couldn't do anything.
He was bound tightly and his mouth was gagged, so he could only writhe on the ground, letting out muffled growls, his eyes filled with humiliation and rage.
"I didn't expect you to be so smart."
Draco's lips curled into a smile.
To Young Rookwood., these words were undoubtedly an admission.
He was overjoyed, his greed growing even more intense, as if he could see himself wielding an ancient magic wand and commanding the Wizarding World.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Young Rookwood. stepped forward, his wand pointed directly at Draco's throat.
"You're at your last gasp now; the spell you just cast has exhausted your strength," he threatened viciously.
"Hurry up and throw me your wand, kneel down and beg for mercy, or I can't guarantee you and your little girlfriend's safety—"
He glanced dismissively at Hermione, who was struggling to stay afloat, and added, "And the safety of all of you."
Draco remained completely calm in the face of the threat.
He quickly pulled a bottle of potion with a faint blue luster from his pocket, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing this, Young Rookwood felt a pang of unease, but more so a desperate, mad urge. He clenched his fist and ordered, "Attack! Kill them!"
In an instant, the aura of death enveloped the entire space.
" Avada Kedavra!" Young Rookwood. was the first to attack, a blinding green light shooting out from the tip of his staff!
Immediately afterward, the dark wizards behind him also attacked, sending more than a dozen green Killing Curse straight at Draco.
Meanwhile, the other dark wizards were not idle either; they unleashed various unknown Dark Magic.
All this Dark Magic converged into a devastating torrent, sweeping over Draco relentlessly.
" Draco! Get out of the way!" Hermione's scream finally burst from her throat, and she no longer cared about the seal.
Even though she knew that against such a dense attack, any conventional defense would be futile, she still abruptly turned around, attempting to construct Shield Charm in front of Draco.
Professor Babbling also made the same gesture in despair.
However, the one who was most terrified was not them, but Ranrok, who was bound to the edge of the attack path!
At least a third of those deadly spells will affect the area where he is located!
He watched helplessly as the green light, representing absolute death, surged toward him at such a speed that he didn't even have time to feel the pain of his severed arm again.
At this moment of impending destruction—
Draco moved!
" Fire Domain Barrier!"
Centered on that point in Draco, an indescribably intense golden-red light erupted!
The light immediately spread, forming an incredibly solid hemispherical barrier that completely enveloped Draco and his companions, as well as the fragile sealed area behind them.
The next moment, a devastating torrent descended.
"Bang bang bang bang bang--!!!"
A dozen or so Avada Kedavra Curse, each symbolizing imminent death, were the first to strike the golden-red barrier.
But those undefendable green lights, upon contact with the barrier's surface, vanished completely, like snowflakes falling into a furnace, without even causing a ripple.
Draco maintained his stance, gripping his staff with one hand and slamming it to the ground. Bathed in the golden-red light, his figure appeared incredibly tall.
Within the barrier, all is calm!
Outside the barrier, there was a deathly silence.
And... boundless fear.
Hermione and Professor Babbling, wands in hand, remained frozen in place, halfway through casting a spell.
Ranrok gaped, forgetting all fear.
The sneers on Young Rookwood.'s and his dark wizards' faces froze into utter horror.
"No... impossible..." Young Rookwood muttered to himself, "This... is this the power of the Ancient Wand? It can completely withstand Avada Kedavra?"
"Boss, something's wrong! This power is terrifying, let's get out of here!" one of the henchmen urgently warned.
Fear spread like a plague among the black wizards.
Their momentum just crumbled.
It's unclear who started it.
The crowd began to stir, and people started to move backward.
The moment the leader gives the order, or the first person turns around, the siege will immediately turn into a rout.
Some people have even started exchanging glances, plotting how to use their companions as scapegoats to buy themselves time to escape.
Seeing the army's morale crumbling, and noticing that Draco was focused on maintaining the barrier and had no time to pursue, Young Rookwood. made a decisive move:
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
However, in the instant they turned around,
Draco's icy voice, like a pronouncement from hell, clearly reached everyone's ears.
Did I give you permission to leave?
These words carried a palpable pressure, causing Young Rookwood and his group to abruptly stop in their tracks.