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Chapter 426 The Opposing Situation
Chapter 426 The Opposing Situation
Finally, whether it was a Hogwarts student or a Durmstranger student, they were the first to wave their wands, and a red Stunning Charm flashed and struck a student who was holding a plate and watching the commotion.
The next second, almost all the students holding wands instinctively swung them.
The entire Great Hall was filled with spells flying everywhere, mostly from Durmstrang and Hogwarts students.
"Stop! Stop!" Harry instinctively tried to stop the Hogwarts students, but as soon as he opened his mouth, seven or eight spells flew from Durmstrang. It seemed that the German students thought he was giving orders.
He had no choice but to quickly lie down and hide under the table.
As soon as he crawled under the table, he saw the girl lying there as well.
"Luna?" He looked at Luna, who was eating breakfast not far away, with surprise, and pursed his lips: "Why are you—"
Ah—it doesn't seem strange that she's here, since I'm here too.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Luna seemed to snap out of her reverie and looked at him, saying, "Are you here for breakfast too?"
"No—but it's already up there—" Before Harry could finish speaking, the table he was on made a loud "bang." It was unclear which wizard had struck the table with a spell. Although the table wasn't broken, the noise indicated what was happening up there. "You stay here and don't go up." Harry didn't have time to say anything more. He could only say this and then climbed out from under the table.
The situation outside was truly appalling. Not only were people waving wands, but some were even throwing punches, whether because the wands had vanished or because this was actually more suitable for them.
Anyway, Harry had already seen several members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team fighting with some of Durmstrang's men.
"Harry, what's going on?!" In the chaos, Cedric appeared out of nowhere. Clearly, he had just arrived, and he looked at everything before him with an indescribable expression.
"Durmstrong is fighting with Hogwarts students," Harry could only explain. Before he could finish speaking, a Durmstrong student appeared out of nowhere and charged at him.
He had to raise his wand and shout, "Petrify them all!" to knock the student to the ground.
"You guys are absolutely insane!" Cedric said through gritted teeth. "Go tell the professors right now—or something terrible will happen—"
"Bang!"
A curse, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, flew over, and he quickly bent down and crouched behind the table.
But even hiding behind a table was far from safe, as Hogwarts and Durmstrang students were already locked in a fierce battle, using spells, fists, and even plates and dishes.
The cakes and bread that should have gone into their stomachs were now turned into ammunition and poured onto their opponents.
This is absolutely terrible!
When almost no one was paying attention, a silver-haired girl dressed in a black robe and wearing a black witch's hat pushed open the door and walked in.
"Huh?"
What's going on?
Why is the auditorium so lively? — Loila paused for a moment, instinctively wondering if there was some kind of event going on.
Is this a celebration of Karkaroff's death?
Loira had seen the newspaper, of course, but she was a little surprised that the Ministry of Magic had published it so readily—she had thought she would have to wait a while—and it was published today!
But why pull out a wand to celebrate Karkaroff's death? — And if you're going to pull out a wand, why point it at him?!
Wait a minute! Pointing at it is one thing, but why are you chanting a spell?!
As Loila was pondering, a cake flew towards her. She quickly flicked her wand, sending the cake flying. Looking at the cake that had crashed to the ground and the hall that had been turned into a massive battlefield, she took a deep breath and raised her wand.
"Stop—stop!" she shouted, pressing the tip of her cane to her throat, not only in English but also in German.
However, her voice wasn't particularly loud, and even with the spell, the entire auditorium was still in chaos.
"Bang!"
A stun spell, cast by an unknown person, flew towards her, forcing Loila to dodge it by sidestepping.
This can't go on—this isn't just ordinary chaos, we need to take drastic measures—that—that—back in Neugard, what did Lord Grindelwald say about how to deal with thugs?—
No, no—they're just students, not thugs—we should still do this first—Roy pursed his lips, then pulled out his bow tie from his pocket and tapped it gently.
A flash of silver light appeared instantly, followed by a silver phoenix emerging from it. This was the Patronus Charm she had "borrowed" from Dumbledore. She hadn't expected that, besides deceiving Karkaroff, it would also come in handy at this moment.
A silver phoenix flew across the battlefield, immediately attracting everyone's attention. In an instant, the students who had raised their wands seemed to realize something, and they subconsciously stopped what they were doing.
Taking this opportunity, Loila was finally able to shout, "All of you—stop right now!"
With her shouts and the soaring phoenix, the chaotic auditorium finally quieted down, but only quieted down; the chaos had not yet disappeared.
The ground was littered with food scraps, and unclaimed magic wands rolled around on the ground. Several students had fainted on the ground, and some girls were covering their faces and crying, while the boys clenched their fists and stared intently at their opponents.
Seeing this bizarre scene, Loira pursed her lips and looked at Mr. Potter, who had crawled out from under the table: "What...what's going on...Mr. Potter?"
Loila understood then that everything before her eyes was definitely not because of any celebration of Karkaroff's death.
Even so, she still looked troubled after hearing what Harry said.
No—what's going on here—is it because of Karkaroff that they started fighting?
And it's all because of this strange source—a newspaper—Royla has absolutely no idea how to handle this situation—should she notify Dumbledore first?
Or should we tell the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic—they wouldn't send the students to Azkaban, would they?
"Um—" Loila had just begun to speak when a student from Durmstrang's group stepped forward, pointing at Hamilton and saying in German, "This guy is talking nonsense, Professor Hamilton!"
"You're a Durmstrang graduate, you have to stand up for us!"
No—he didn't say anything strange! Can you really understand English?
And—and you all shouldn't look at me like that!
Miss Loila Hamilton, a Durmstrang graduate, suddenly became the only person Durmstrang students could rely on.