You Bastard, Your Muggle Grandpa Is Here!
This war, which is like a meat grinder, is destined not to end anytime soon.
The Death Eaters ' Eastern Expedition Corps had a numerical advantage.
Even three thousand pigs would take a long time to catch, let alone three thousand Troll and Orc... and the Tebo they ride.
William's blocking force was outnumbered, but it had the advantage in both terrain and troop deployment.
Both sides have their advantages, making this a terrifying tug-of-war; it will come down to who is more courageous and fearless.
That's what the battlefield is like; it's like a furnace that tramples and crushes everything associated with "fear."
Only those who are prepared to die have a chance of survival.
However, this battlefield is no longer relevant to William.
As the overall commander of the battlefield, he had to have a holistic view.
They appeared here only to allow Werewolf to transform.
Having achieved his objective, William fought his way through the enemy lines, successfully reunited with Cedric and Cho, and then hurriedly departed.
He needed to go to the main battlefield, the Hebrides.
There was a much larger and more brutal war going on there.
However, William neither Apparition nor transformed into a sea eagle and flew over himself.
He has a ride-sharing service.
A giant Thunderbird soars through the clouds.
It was exceptionally handsome, Phoebe bent down and reached out to stroke its soft feathers.
To be honest, she was quite familiar with this Thunderbird.
During the Werewolf Island incident that year, Anne and Gabrielle each stole a Thunderbird egg.
Anne also secretly hatched one, raised it for a few months, and named it Silver Wing.
The Thunderbird that Phoebe is sitting on right now is Anne's pet.
During Easter, William went to United States, not only to deal with Tom, but also to find his pet.
Old Man Newt formed the Thunderbird Corps, and the Silver Wing followed, crossing the Atlantic Ocean.
However, the Thunderbird Corps arrived in France the day before yesterday to hide and resupply there in order to avoid being discovered by the Death Eaters.
Before the war began, they crossed the English Channel and flew to the battlefield under Newt's command.
Phoebe was among them, having set out from France to join the wizarding war.
After leaving Helvellyn, William met up with the Thunderbird and together they headed to the Hebrides.
The girl sat on the Silver Wing's neck, her gaze fixed on the young wizard.
Throughout his journey, William received a constant stream of reports on battles and military intelligence.
After reading it, William would either immediately issue an order, burn it casually, frown, or breathe a sigh of relief.
Phoebe gently placed her hands on her knees, gazing intently at the man she had known for many years.
Every time he frowned in concentration, every time he smiled, she took it all in carefully, as if she were collecting a precious treasure.
Soon to join a wizarding war, Phoebe doesn't know if she'll survive, but she feels... she has no regrets.
After an unknown amount of time, Phoebe called out, "Thirty seconds left to reach the battlefield."
William nodded, his thumb and forefinger unconsciously rubbing his wand, and stood up to look around.
After a moment, he looked at the girl who Accio all the way from France without a single complaint and asked softly, "Are you cold?"
She shook her head.
William said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have dragged you into this war."
Phoebe smiled and said softly:
"I'm so glad to fight alongside you!"
Battles have begun on the Hebrides.
The Giant and the fire dragons, the main forces in this battle, became locked in a fierce and continuous fight.
Although fire dragons can fly, the range of their breath is limited, so they must descend to a lower altitude.
With its Giant height and jumping ability, it can easily leap to a height of twenty meters, threatening the fire dragon flying at low altitude.
Once they caught the fire dragon, they used brute force to snap its neck.
Therefore, Giant are definitely the nemesis of fire dragons, much like France cannons.
As the war intensified, fire dragons continued to fall from the sky, dust filled the entire island, and some huge rocks even exploded.
The Giant was also in a tough fight. There were too many fire dragons. Often, three or four fire dragons would gang up on a single Giant.
Using both ends as a check and control, and attacking from behind from the other, it can be described as insidious and ruthless.
George and Fred also joined the battle.
They sat together on Hagrid's brother's shoulders, then used the Conjunctivitis Curse to stealthily aim at the dragon's eyes.
He's a real schemer.
Flames continued to spray outwards, causing heat to rise and large amounts of dark clouds to gather in the sky.
Just then, the dark clouds were swept away by a strong wind, and the moonlight illuminated the earth. Under this rare light, George took the opportunity to survey the situation on the battlefield.
He suddenly witnessed an exhilarating sight: a group of figures, their bodies crackling with lightning, appeared in the distant light...
"Thunderbird! Thunderbird!" he shouted.
"Reinforcements have arrived!!" Fred's voice followed closely behind.
All the wizards raised their heads and looked into the distance at the flock of large birds that were coming on the wind.
The largest fire dragon on the battlefield was a mutated three-headed dragon specially bred by the MacFusty family.
This black dragon, nicknamed "Black Death," has three heads and is over ten meters long, making it much larger than a typical fire dragon.
The Black Death's fighting power was unmatched by any other fire dragon; in just a short battle, he single-handedly killed four Giant.
Before anyone else even noticed the Thunderbird, it had already sensed the other party's arrival.
After all, with lightning gathering in the sky, that pungent smell couldn't be concealed.
The fire dragon hates the phoenix, and it hates the phoenix's distant relative, the Thunderbird, even more.
Although the phoenix breathes fire, it is small in size, while the Thunderbird is large and more threatening.
The Black Death, its two claws hooked around the corpse of a Giant, was about to feast when it suddenly narrowed its icy eyes.
The lead Thunderbird actually headed straight for it.
The Black Death disdainfully exhaled a blue breath, seemingly mocking the fat-headed bird for overestimating its abilities!
It planned to capture a few Thunderbird, male and female, to take back and enjoy them thoroughly.
It has had physical contact with many fire dragons, but it has never ridden this "ocean bird" from the United States.
It must be very tight.
Of course, after playing with it, it will also eat the Thunderbird to taste it; the meat is probably quite firm.
It likes tightness.
William stood atop Silver Wing's head, raising his wand high.
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, scattering light in all directions. Amidst the flashes and thunder, golden threads shot out from the magic wand, like a golden net.
The Black Death stared at the wizard, sensing the powerful magical fluctuations, and suddenly felt a sense of apprehension and fear.
Then came overwhelming rage.
It, the powerful fire dragon
How could he be afraid of a tiny human?
It roared, and the wound on its back continued to tear.
When it was besieged by Giant, it killed them, but also had several iron spears driven into its back.
But the black dragon showed no signs of injury or defeat; the pain only fueled its rage.
The dragon's head rose, its tail slammed into the ground, its roar was like thunder, dust filled the air, and the ground shook.
All the wizards had already retreated, far away from the Black Death.
The fire dragon and the Thunderbird collided.
Silver Wing was no match for Black Death; in an instant, he was struck in the chest by Black Death and knocked to the ground.
But William had already leaped high into the air, and the Black Death opened its mouth and pounced, wanting to bite the annoying wizard.
William, however, gripped his wand with both hands and thrust it down!
The golden threads gathered together, transforming into a golden crescent moon that landed on the neck of the Black Death.
Blood gushed out immediately, and a gash was cut into the thick dragon scales.
William landed on the neck of the Black Death, gripped the Goblin sword in his other hand, plunged the sword into the dragon's head, and pulled it down hard along the wound, the sharp blade completely embedded in the dragon's head.
A man and a dragon fell together.
It crashed heavily to the ground.
The head was severed in two and rolled to the side!
The entire battlefield fell silent, everyone staring at the dragon-slaying wizard.
William, covered in crimson blood, stepped out of the smoke-filled crater, where the figure of the Dark Lord appeared before him.
He spat, raised his wand, and the dragon's head flew upwards at an angle, crashing down on Voldemort.
William planted the sword in the ground, its end still trembling. He looked at the Dark Lord and cursed:
"You bastard, your Muggle grandpa's here, get ready... to die?!"