Just as everyone expected, at the moment when the viaduct connecting the castle suddenly collapsed, both the werewolves running on the bridge and the werewolves who had not had time to board the bridge were all stunned by the sudden drastic change.
They never thought that the other party would stop them by destroying the viaduct.
No, it should be said that they never expected that Yaxley would betray the Dark Lord and personally lead them to a dead end.
Although as long as you are not too stupid, a shock-absorbing spell can ensure that the werewolf on the bridge will not be thrown to death, please don't forget that there are still enemies on the other side of the broken bridge. They can just throw Mandrake under the bridge.
The grass is used to create trouble for the unlucky ones who fall down. Even if they don't die, they can still lose their skin.
The most important thing is that as long as the viaduct in front of them collapses, it will be difficult for the hundreds of werewolves gathered to invade the castle in a short time and put pressure on their own side.
After the short-term threat of werewolves ceased to exist, their mission was completed. Whether they can take this opportunity to eliminate a large number of werewolves depends on the performance of Nelson Tobin.
In order to ensure that the entire plan is foolproof, Nelson Tobin, the executor, has naturally taken the elixir and can seize the opportunity at the most appropriate moment, that is, the moment when the viaduct collapses and everyone is stunned, and quickly escapes from the skin.
He pulled out a mandrake from his bag and threw it into the crowd behind him, intending to cut off the retreat and leave no chance for them.
The effect was astonishing. Just the cry of a mandrake plant knocked down a large number of werewolves in one fell swoop without any preparation.
He didn't know if those guys would die, but Nelson knew they were screwed.
The repeated strange changes directly suppressed all the werewolves in place, giving Nelson enough time to throw the mandrake. I believe that the next group of guys will not be able to cause trouble for him anymore.
Because there will be no one to clean up the mess before the war is over, and the cries of the mandrakes will continue.
"It was truly a horrific massacre."
Neville, who rushed over on his broomstick to help, looked at the figure falling like wheat below and sighed softly.
Herbology was one of the few subjects he was good at, and Neville naturally knew how lethal mature mandrake was.
These werewolves are probably hopeless.
"I wonder how these guys who were just congratulating themselves for falling feel about it. They will probably be very unhappy if they die inexplicably before they understand the situation!" Such a strange thought suddenly appeared in Neville's mind.
He didn't have any sympathy in his heart, because Neville knew very well that the absence of werewolves was very important to the future of the British wizarding world, and this was a good opportunity to catch them all.
The only thing that made Neville relieved was that he didn't have to do it himself, otherwise he would definitely have nightmares in the future.
As for throwing mandrakes on the bridge and letting house elves blow up the viaduct, it was true that many werewolves were killed, but Neville was okay with it. He knew what he was doing and never regretted doing it.
"Let's go!"
Neville smiled and gestured to Nelson Tobin, indicating that they should go back. After all, there was still a big battle waiting for them.
However, at this moment, countless meteors were seen passing by in the distance and falling directly on the castle. Following closely followed were silhouettes of people passing through the night and attacking the castle. They took advantage of the magic spell to fall on the castle and caused chaos.
Opportunity to successfully invade the castle.
However, people did not panic because of this. Just as Albert expected, Voldemort planned to use a three-pronged attack to drag down most of their energy, and then launch a storm on Hogwarts Castle, trying to solve all the troubles in one go.
Stop Harry Potter from finding Voldemort's treasure hidden in the castle.
After their conspiracy had been discovered long ago, Albert would naturally not be unprepared, and this was obviously not their turn to worry about.
"It's our turn next!"
Looking at the black shadows heading towards the castle, Hagrid put down his telescope and turned around and said to the centaurs behind him.
Before this decisive battle, Hagrid had already had his own mission. He and Firenze went deep into the Forbidden Forest to persuade their old friend to participate in the Battle of Hogwarts.
When Voldemort extended his power into the Forbidden Forest, even the centaurs could not avoid being involved in the wizarding war. No one could avoid it, unless they were willing to move their tribes deep into the Forbidden Forest.
However, as Albert said, the centaurs actually don't mind winning this war, especially since they are about to face their old rival Acromantula.
Attacking Aragog's descendants was undoubtedly an extremely painful thing for Hagrid, but he could not refute Albert's words.
Especially after the group of giant spiders got involved in the Wizarding War, Hagrid needed to make a choice between Aragog's descendants and his colleagues.
This is undoubtedly a painful and difficult choice, and Albert's efforts again and again finally made Hagrid realize that he should make up his mind: stand on the side of Harry and everyone, not because these Acromantulas are
Aragog's descendants.
"We need to help everyone deal with the descendants of Aragog so that others can spare their hands to help deal with the group of dark wizards who invaded the castle." Hagrid seemed to be in a low mood, but he did not forget Albert's instructions.
He took out the parchment from his pocket and read it again, then said to Firenze beside him, "This is the task we have been assigned."
"It seems he is very confident."
Firenze looked in the direction of the castle and soon joined the other centaurs in charging the Acromantula.
This is not a forbidden forest, and there are no lush trees to serve as cover. The Acromantula that can only crawl on the ground is no match for the centaurs.
A round of arrows went down, and the spider that had already crossed the defense line was pinned to the ground by a sudden burst of arrows, which made the people who were nervously using the Spider Repelling Curse breathe a sigh of relief.
According to Albert, the Acromantulas leaving the forest are the targets of the group, but the guys who can be left here are wizards with little combat experience. For them, it is still a challenge to fight against this group of giant spiders.
Something extremely dangerous.
In particular, some of the unlucky ones who were forced to join had been trembling with fear from the dense crowd of Dementors before. The reason why they didn't turn around and run away now was entirely because of their weak legs.
Fortunately, the appearance of the centaur restored everyone's confidence in Albert.
Aberforth breathed a sigh of relief and immediately seized the opportunity to lead the relatively reliable wizards around him to re-stabilize the shaky defense line and prevent the Acromantula from completely defeating everyone's psychological defense line and directly causing a huge rout.