How many werewolves can an adult wizard withstand without using Fiendfyre?
This is one of the simulated scenarios during the black wizard's daily training. Perhaps Avada Kedavra or Stupefy can help a wizard quickly end the battle when facing a small number of werewolves.
But when the number of enemies increases geometrically, these powerful spells become less effective.
Hurricaning Charm, Aguamenti, Weather Charm, Snowball Spell, Freezing Charm, Engorgement Charm...
Gilderoy Lockhart calmly cast each spell one by one.
Hogwarts' Charms class does not delve deeply into the relationship between spells.
Whether it's Professor Flitwick, or the Charms professors before him, their responsibility is to teach students how to successfully cast individual spells. This requirement alone takes up most of the Charms professors' energy.
As for the combination and pairing of spells, it should be the responsibility of another subject at Hogwarts: Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Or more precisely, it should be the predecessor of Defence Against the Dark Arts - magical combat.
Unfortunately, due to various historical reasons in the magical world, these traditions have disappeared from Hogwarts for nearly a century.
"Magic is not a hot stone, and wizards are not baboons throwing stones at enemies with wands."
Professor Flitwick once said this, but the students, including Lockhart, did not understand the meaning of this sentence at the time.
In fact, even most of the elite Aurors in the Ministry of Magic have failed to understand the meaning of this sentence—just like the dueling skills Grindelwald demonstrated in the Hogwarts entrance hall a few months ago, there is an unimaginable huge gap between a real wizard and a "spell launcher."
"Aguamenti!"
"Weather Charm - Snowfall!"
Looking at the three werewolves howling and pouncing on him from the left, Lockhart pointed his wand with his left hand and whispered.
Different from his incantation, a surging jet of water gushed out from the tip of his wand, halting the werewolves' advance.
Immediately afterwards, the scattered water droplets and the water stains on the werewolves' fur instantly condensed and cooled, visibly and quickly turning into snowflakes.
More crucially, with the release of the Snowfall Charm, the jet of Aguamenti water began to rotate, condense, and gather, instantly transforming into a giant snowball moving at high speed, rolling down from a high position towards the bottom of the wooden house, carrying the three werewolves along as it crashed into the distance.
The snowball rolled farther and farther, constantly devouring all the werewolves in its path like a monster, and finally crashed into a tree a hundred meters away, turning into a pile of snow.
The power of a spell does not depend on the volume of the voice; the strength of a spell comes from the caster's belief and clear willpower.
This magical confrontation tonight may be the longest and most difficult trial of his life. He must save his energy as much as possible. This is the second piece of knowledge Lockhart has learned from the Destiny Group, and the first piece of knowledge is...
"Ak-47... Accio!"
Lockhart said softly, casually pointing towards the shadows not far away.
The Ak-47s scattered around the wooden house were drawn by invisible threads, tracing a graceful curve as they landed in Lockhart's hands.
Looking at the few werewolves about to pounce on him from the right, Lockhart shrugged apologetically and said calmly.
"Sorry, times have changed—"
Deep in the Armenian forest, the howling of werewolves was suddenly drowned out by a burst of intense gunfire.
The automatic rifle, known as the "King of Infantry," spat out flames from its muzzle, and 7.62mm steel-core bullets poured like a rainstorm towards the ferocious and terrifying werewolves in front of him.
Amidst the splashing blood, the powerful force of the bullets instantly swept down the four leading werewolves.
At this moment, the werewolves trapped in the snowdrift in the distance were still struggling to get out of the mud and snow.
Admittedly, as creatures defined by the Ministry of Magic as xxxxx-level high-risk organisms, werewolves in their transformed state possess a certain degree of magical and physical resistance.
But they are ultimately just werewolves with high attack and high speed, not Graphorns or dragons.
The 7.62mm bullets produced by Soviet military factories can easily penetrate their skin. Perhaps they are not enough to kill them, but they can definitely render them incapable of fighting in a short period of time.
The surrounding wooden stakes were hit by bullets, making rustling sounds, mixed with the werewolves' sharp howls.
Da da da da—click, click—
As a novice shooter who has fired less than ten live rounds, Lockhart doesn't understand what a three-round burst is.
In less than a few seconds, Lockhart emptied an entire magazine of rifle bullets.
The result of this suppressive fire was also very obvious—all the werewolves who pounced over from the right side fell to the ground in pain, rolling and twitching.
With the werewolves' super healing abilities, the bullets could not kill them, but they were enough to buy Lockhart several minutes of respite.
Of course, that is, if there were only these few werewolves...
Werewolves in their transformed state are extremely sensitive to magic. They fear fire and powerful magic, but physical damage is clearly not among them.
As Lockhart emptied his magazine, and the muzzle flashing with the breath of death temporarily fell silent, the nearly hundred werewolves surrounding the young wizard let out a series of terrifying howls, and once again surrounded him from all directions...
Wolves are never afraid of solitary prey.
"Inflating!"
"Ventus!"
Lockhart turned his wand and quickly pointed it at the werewolves swarming behind him.
A pale yellow light flashed in mid-air, and the werewolves clustered together rapidly inflated like balloons.
The ensuing gale effortlessly pushed them backwards, and this forest clearing suddenly seemed to have turned into a large bowling alley.
The werewolves hit by the Engorgement Charm rolled and crashed heavily into the werewolves behind them, knocking them all to the ground.
And when they struggled to get up, the damp ground beneath them suddenly became viscous.
A small swamp appeared in the woodland.
"16, 17—"
Lockhart said softly, moving his wand slightly.
Another automatic rifle flew over from not far away.
Immediately afterwards, a mad stream of fire once again bloomed from Lockhart's hands.
If magic is Lockhart's biggest reliance tonight, then the light and heavy firepower left by the werewolves in the forest clearing is the other half of his confidence in staying to snipe the werewolves—it should be known that Romulus and the "kidnappers" alone have more than ten guns.
As an adult wizard approaching thirty years old, his magic power is not comparable to those little guys still studying at school.
Theoretically speaking, as long as he controls the switching of casting rhythm and attack frequency as much as possible, he has every chance to last until midnight.
"Stupefy—"
Lockhart quickly dropped the gun in his hand, and pointed his wand nimbly.
The next moment, the werewolf who had pounced over during his lull in fire was quickly blasted away like a rag doll.
Even though he and other werewolf wizards had reinforced the house before the full moon night arrived, using shaping magic to turn the previous "torture chamber" into a stable wood-and-earth mixed temporary fire point, it still could not change the situation that he was facing a 360-degree front.
Perhaps the werewolves can fall countless times, but for Lockhart, once he is approached by a werewolf for more than two seconds, it's all over.
"Hoo..."
Lockhart took a light breath.
He looked around at the black shadows whose numbers seemed unchanged.
One against a hundred, and facing a group of frenzied werewolves on the night of the full moon.
This scene is really spectacular. He wouldn't dare write it like this in a novel. If this outrageous plot were written, it would definitely be scolded by the readers.
"Aguamenti!"
"Snowball!"
"Heavy machine gun, Accio!"
"Glacius!"
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Meanwhile, on the Hyperion.
"I said... immediately jump to Lockhart's location..."
"I'm very sorry, dear Fool..."
Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders, not paying any attention to the little witch's clenched fist, and said calmly.
"I still say the same thing, this is Mr. Lockhart's war alone. The Hyperion cannot and should not appear in front of those werewolves—if you are willing to give us five minutes to explain, perhaps it would be wiser than fighting directly on the bridge..."
"So can I understand that you have hijacked my ship?" Elena said coldly and softly.
"Of course not, it's just that there are still some passengers who haven't boarded the ship..."
Not far away, Dumbledore unexpectedly took the initiative to put down his wand and said gently.
"Mr. Hanged Man has created an excellent opportunity. We should consider how to maximize the value of his efforts, shouldn't we?"
A group of goblin and wizard crew members quietly gathered on the other side, looking uneasily at the three Major Arcana with swords drawn.
Elena with the "Valkyria" armor is a true Valkyrie.
If she chooses to fight the other two old wizards here, regardless of who wins or loses, this Hyperion will probably usher in its first crash.
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Hooray!