One Man Against an Army!

As the ground shook, all the students knew that someone wanted to attack the train.

Nonsense... That dark mass is blocking the tracks and moving this way, with deafening shouts of battle.

If they weren't there to attack, what else could it be but a group staged train accidents, or a group committing suicide by lying on the tracks?

Or perhaps it's an Indian guy planning to hitch a ride on the train for free and then stack himself up on top of the train?

But this isn't India.

These few wishful guesses were quickly and ruthlessly shattered.

A student with binoculars saw the dark mass... it turned out to be a large number of Inferi and Troll.

This feeling is like encountering a zombie apocalypse Wizarding World version of The Walking Dead.

And this news spread like wildfire throughout the entire train in the shortest amount of time.

The students screamed repeatedly, and a sense of unease spread.

Everywhere you look, you can see younger students crying, and older students anxiously calling for their friends or siblings...

The Ministry of Magic recently issued a safety pamphlet that mentions the You-Know-Who possessing Inferi.

In other words... the attackers were Death Eaters.

The wizards' children were terrified, not to mention the Muggle-born wizards.

You see, ever since they entered the Wizarding World, they've heard about the You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters.

It is said that the You-Know-Who was his mother's dream in which she had intercourse with a giant snake. After waking up, she was pregnant for three years before giving birth.

He was born with earth-shattering, awe-inspiring magic...

It's also said that the You-Know-Who eats a Muggle-born wizard every day.

If you fall into the hands of someone like that, it would be worse than death!

At that moment, William's deep, resonant voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire train:

"Quiet! Everyone, return to your seats immediately and do not move around!"

"And esteemed Prefect, please maintain order and guide students from each college back to their respective carriages."

William's voice was like a shot of adrenaline.

Yes, they also have the Stark.

Everyone seemed to have found their leader, and William's prestige over the years made the students blindly run towards the carriage.

The Prefect began shouting instructions, trying to distinguish the students from their own college.

Slughorn stood frozen in place, as if he had forgotten everything.

His intuition told him that the Death Eaters ' target was definitely him, not the train or the students.

But should we flee or not?

What will happen to the students if he runs away?

But "reason," and the "heart" etched into his DNA, told Slughorn that if he escaped, the Death Eaters would lose their target... and would definitely leave.

They won't harm these young wizards.

Therefore, they had to leave, and could not even stay in the United Kingdom.

It doesn't matter which country— France, the United States, or that mysterious land in the Far East.

He believed that if he hid for the rest of his life, Tom and Dumbledore would never find him.

Slughorn was about to Apparition a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to reality.

William held Slughorn down and said firmly:

"Professor, I'll hold off the attacking Death Eaters army for a while. You're the only professor on the train, so protect these students!"

"Don't leave here for now. We can discuss your thoughts after this crisis is over, okay?"

Slughorn froze, panting, his pale face covered in sweat, his walrus whiskers trembling slightly.

"William! I... I'm not trying to run away, I just..." He pondered for a moment, then said, "I need to inform Dumbledore."

We can't stop those armies of Inferi and Troll.

"Since the Death Eaters dared to come, Dumbledore is probably already tied down by Tom." William shook his head.

Slughorn was completely stunned, his lips trembling as he stammered, "Then wouldn't that mean..."

"No, with me here, it's safe here." William looked at Slughorn. "I'll hold them off."

"William!" Slughorn exclaimed in horror. "You want to fight this entire army by yourself?!"

"I've seen far more desperate situations," William said calmly. "This is nothing compared to what's to come."

"Trust me, Professor," he said in an unquestionable tone, "Go protect those students!"

For a moment, Slughorn seemed to see Dumbledore.

This composure, this calmness that seems to say the sky won't fall as long as he's there... it's all too familiar.

Perhaps influenced by William's composure, Slughorn, who was initially extremely nervous, began to calm down.

He carefully recalled the newspaper reports... The newspapers all said that William was the nemesis of the Dark Lord.

We've got our nemesis, so what are we afraid of these Death Eaters devils for?!

Slughorn mustered his courage again, seemingly finally remembering his sense of responsibility as a professor, and hurriedly walked towards the students.

Not all students are willing to hide inside the train carriage.

Neville ran against the flow of people towards William, shouting, "William, I'll fight alongside you!"

His words won applause from many of the young wizards.

"I will always need your help, but not now." William raised his wand high.

The students ran in panic, and many were trampled.

At that moment, they suddenly felt a powerful force pulling them back to their positions in the carriage.

William nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Hermione one last time.

"The Little Black Robe is currently preventing the Dementor from attacking, so there's no need to be on guard, but he can't remain completely undisturbed forever."

We still need to communicate with everyone in advance.

Hermione nodded; this was something that had been discussed beforehand.

Voldemort's thinking was correct; he did indeed have spies around him, and more than one.

He avoided all wizards, even issuing orders an hour in advance, but he made no attempt to guard against Dementor.

Voldemort had long ago given orders to the Dementor to gather together and prepare for the attack.

So William's expression was serious, but it was an act to make it seem like he was unaware of the situation.

I was already completely calm and even prepared.

That's where the little bird comes in handy.

"I'll leave this place to you for now." William looked at Hermione, "Especially Professor Slughorn, don't let him get away."

Hermione tied her voluminous hair with a thin red string, braiding it into a ponytail and casually draping it around her neck.

She reached out a finger and gently brushed a strand of brown hair that reached her chest, her eyes calm as she said:

"I know I will protect this place and kill any Death Eaters who tries to get on the bus!"

William kissed her forehead and then disappeared into the train.

Nott rode on the back of a Troll, his face contorted with rage as he stared at something miles away.

For some reason, the train continued to move, showing no sign of stopping.

Was the driver scared out of his wits?

Just as Nott was about to give the order for all the Troll and Orc to advance, his pupils suddenly dilated.

About a hundred paces away on the railway tracks, he was horrified to find a wizard standing there alone.

One man, wielding a magic wand and dragging a sword in one hand, single-handedly held off the army.

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