Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 596 The Great Victory at Hogwarts

Chapter 592 The Great Victory at Hogwarts

The war had not yet broken out, but everyone anticipated it.

If Voldemort's plan fails, he will be enraged and will quickly launch a war.

To cover up defeat with a resounding victory.

Otherwise————

The consequences of this failed raid will continue to escalate, which is completely unacceptable to Voldemort. He will inevitably launch a war to mitigate the impact of the defeat.

"Has the war begun?"

Some young wizards who had just gotten out of bed did not realize the meaning of this sentence.

What war?

But the older young wizards had already realized something.

They gazed at the dark night sky outside the window, and could vaguely hear sounds coming from the distant buildings: the echoes of clashing magic, the sound of running footsteps, and the trembling voices of suppressed incantations.

The war has truly begun.

"Disarm you!"

"They'll all be petrified!"

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A flash of silver light appeared, and chains rained down.

The entire principal's office, along with the corridor outside, instantly became a battlefield.

"Fight back! Find a chance to leave here!"

Bella shouted, uttering spells that obstructed the view.

Other Death Eaters also unleashed spells, creating a dazzling storm of red, green, and blue light.

The Aurors coordinated their attacks and defenses effectively, quickly dividing the battlefield in an attempt to defeat the Death Eaters one by one.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

"Sand and stones flying everywhere!"

"Binding Spell!"

Spells arose one after another, and the battle instantly escalated into a full-blown conflict.

One Death Eater was struck in the shoulder, cried out in pain and fell to the ground, where he was immediately bound by several chains and dragged aside; another tried to escape but crashed into a magical barrier and was thrown back to the ground.

Malfoy was helplessly dodging attacks from all directions.

My whole body was trembling uncontrollably, my breathing was erratic, and cold sweat was streaming down my forehead.

How exactly did things escalate to this point?

he does not know.

But he knew that if he didn't escape, he would be finished, and his family would be affected as well.

It was only then that he realized the danger of the situation.

Once the fanatical Death Eaters realized their plan had been exposed, they abandoned all retreat and launched a desperate attack. They ceased to defend and cooperate, almost trading injury for death and lives for chaos.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

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The incantation exploded repeatedly.

Finally, a loophole appeared in the defense line.

Many Death Eaters took advantage of this opportunity to successfully escape the encirclement, turning the annihilation battle into a chase.

Sean also officially began to get involved.

However—he only pursued certain Death Eaters, while "unable to attend to" a portion of them.

The chase and guerrilla warfare lasted for about an hour.

Between the rooftops of Hogwarts, Bellatrix and a group of Death Eaters mounted their brooms and disappeared into the night.

Under the moonlight, only a devastated battlefield and a dozen or so captured Death Eaters remained.

This round is completely won out.

Now Voldemort is truly all alone.

Jorgins led a group of dusty, battered Aurors back to the headmaster's office, their heavy footsteps clattering against the gravel and scorch marks.

The four deans had already arrived at the scene, their expressions grave.

Jorgins stopped, his voice hoarse and slightly ashamed, and reported: "Director Phillips, we—we still let Bella and some of the Death Eaters escape."

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Sean waved his hand reassuringly, "We've done a great job. The number of kills and arrests far exceeded our expectations."

Several deans nodded in agreement:

This battle far exceeded their expectations.

When Sean informed them, they thought he was joking.

However—Snape's expression was somewhat solemn.

It's not very good-looking.

Sean was surprised to find that he had no idea what the other person was thinking.

News of the great victory at Hogwarts spread throughout the wizarding world in just one night.

The next morning, students gathered around a long table in the auditorium to eat breakfast.

The usual lazy morning atmosphere was completely shattered, and the entire auditorium erupted in chatter.

The front page of the Daily Prophet was snapped up in a flash, featuring the headline in exaggerated large letters: "The Dark Lord Falls from Grace! The Battle of Hogwarts Shakes the Wizarding World!"

"Bellatrix Lestrange escapes severely wounded; more than ten Death Eaters arrested!"

"The Phillips Trap has worked! The Aurors have launched a successful counterattack!"

"The Aurors actually started fighting in the principal's office last night!"

"Is there really a Killing Curse cast at Hogwarts?"

"My sister is interning at the Ministry of Magic, and she said that Director Phillips himself got involved—that's amazing!"

"Where's Harry? Where did Harry Potter go?"

"Have you seen Ron? He said he was going to the library, but he hasn't been in his dorm all night," the two unfortunate guys are now lying in the infirmary, ignored by everyone.

The restaurant was as lively as a market, filled with rumors and various versions of "battle recaps." Even the usually taciturn Ravenclaw was excitedly discussing formations and tactics when magic clashed at the long table.

For the first time, Hogwarts became the center of attention in the entire wizarding world.

But not everywhere is filled with noise and cheers.

The atmosphere at the Slytherin table was completely different.

At the green and silver long table, some people silently ate their rice, some muttered to themselves, and a few lower-grade students secretly read the Daily Prophet, their faces pale.

Draco Malfoy's seat was empty; the long table was cut off by the air, and no one approached.

His last appearance was before dusk last night.

Nobody knows where he went.

No one dared to ask.

Even when Professor Snape called roll in the morning, he only glanced at the empty seats, remained silent for a moment, and then skipped over them.

Pansy Parkinson bit her lip, lowered her head, and didn't say a word.

"Impossible—he wouldn't—" a third-year Slytherin student whispered, but was interrupted coldly by a seventh-year student opposite him: "Shut up."

Fear was quietly brewing in the air of the college.

They never imagined that one day Slytherin would be ostracized by the entire school because of a failed raid; that they would become the target of everyone's hatred because of a "missing" classmate; and that the victory at Hogwarts would not mean their safety.

The outside world is even more bustling than Hogwarts.

Newspapers were everywhere, magical radio was broadcasting all day, and almost every wizarding gathering was talking about "what happened last night".

among them--

The praise for Sean reached its peak.

"Did you hear? They actually set a trap in the principal's office and wiped out that group of Death Eaters!"

"That was absolutely amazing! I heard two Aurors recounting it live at the Leaky Cauldron, they practically smashed the table!"

"That guy Sean Phillips—the Ministry of Magic should have put him in charge of the entire Aurora a long time ago! Now that's a real tough nut to crack!"

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Some people clapped and cheered, some were moved to tears, and others had already started preparing souvenirs for "Victory Day".

The Ministry of Magic, while holding a celebration, worked day and night to redeploy the entire British magical security system.

And in this heated atmosphere, the war—as expected—began.