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Judging the situation and weighing pros and cons weren't things a group of teenage Gryffindor wizards excelled at. If they were from Slytherin, upon seeing the ravages and heavy damage inflicted on the Forbidden Forest, they would likely act very restrained and well-mannered.
"What are you still talking to him for, Charlie? We'll cover you, you find a chance to rescue Prian!" A Gryffindor player on a Comet series broomstick, above and to Armostad's left, roared, then decisively cast a brilliant red light at Armostad. The Gryffindor Quidditch team members indeed had excellent teamwork.
That stunning spell seemed to be a signal to attack. The three players, excluding Charlie, immediately responded after receiving the signal. To maximize confusion for Armostad, they flew their broomsticks, constantly changing positions in mid-air, their converging shadows weaving a large net over Armostad's head, occasionally casting stunning spells or petrifying curses.
To be honest, Armostad had originally planned to return Prian to them and had no intention of fighting them. Philoa had already gone to the castle to get reinforcements, and it was estimated that the professors would soon know that students had been fighting in the Forbidden Forest.
Next, detentions and loss of house points would be unavoidable punishments, but Armostad still hoped the detention would be slightly shorter. He didn't want to stay in Snape's office until next Christmas. However, since the Gryffindors attacked first, a defensive counterattack was perfectly fine, a good way to vent some anger.
With a flick of his wand, a swirling vortex of silver and black magic appeared before Armostad. At the center of the vortex was a concave, bottomless black hole. Like the mythical Charybdis, a whirlpool drifted by his side. Whenever a spell came from a certain direction, the magical vortex would automatically move to meet it without wand control, effortlessly swallowing it.
"What kind of magic is that?" The Gryffindor Quidditch team members tried hard, whether attempting to attack from multiple directions simultaneously or concentrating their power to break through the vortex, but nothing worked. "Don't know, but it looks like dark magic!" another person roared in reply.
Charlie Weasley knew he had to act; he couldn't just stand by and watch. As a genius Seeker discovered by Gryffindor House, Charlie's flying skills were indeed superior to others by a whole level. He was like an elusive ghost; after a brief stop in one place, a blink of an eye later, he would reappear in another direction.
Furthermore, his spellcasting skills were also excellent. Even while moving at such high speeds, every spell could precisely target Armostad, which was very difficult. Even Professor Flitwick in his youth might not have been able to be so agile. However, unfortunately, this did not mean he could break through Armostad's defense.
Late at night, Armostad unexpectedly enjoyed a high-difficulty flying display in the Forbidden Forest. Those delightful flying skills secretly amazed Armostad, who wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch. No wonder the Slytherin team was trampled by the Gryffindor team on the pitch last school year.
"Little worm, are you just going to hide behind that thing and not come out?" After failing to break through his defense, the Gryffindor team resorted to provocation.
"Perhaps, we can try a different approach!" Charlie, panting, paused in mid-air as his Disarming Charm failed once again. He looked left and right, and immediately came up with an idea. "Fly higher, everyone.
Watch out for the giant spider's venom burning holes in your robes—Finite Incantatem!" Everyone understood Charlie's meaning, including Armostad. He immediately turned towards the Acromantula. He saw the light from Charlie's wand strike the Acromantula's thick black leg.
Click, click, click! The now-freed spider immediately brandished its two huge, gleaming black pincers, hissing furiously at the wizards before it. The Acromantula, which had been tormented by Charlie and the others for half a day, shook its ugly head, frantically blinking its green compound eyes. In its perception, the buzzing red flies in the sky and the young wizards not far away on the ground were all part of the same group!
Crack! The eight-legged spider moved incredibly fast. The sheer force of its massive body crashing forward easily snapped several trees as thick as a bowl. Armostad furrowed his brow. He knew that Acromantula venom was very valuable; a pint could sell for a hundred Galleons. Of course, this spider was too small; it might not yield that much from its body. However, even a small mosquito is still meat, and Armostad had no bad habit of wasting.
When he saw Armostad motionless in front of the spider, a hint of worry appeared on Charlie's weathered face. He worried that Armostad might have been scared senseless by the terrifying giant spider. Just as he was about to open his mouth to warn him, Armostad suddenly raised his arm, his wand pointing directly at the spider that leaped into the air, lunging towards him.
"Reducio!" The massive body of the Acromantula in mid-air suddenly stiffened. All eight of its compound eyes simultaneously showed confusion. Before it could react, its surroundings quickly twisted in its vision, and then, it found itself uncontrollably flying into a glass jar.
"Thank you for the gift you brought me." Armostad added a few defensive spells to the glass jar, then looked up. "I really like it." Saying that, he gripped his upright wand like a drumstick and sighed. "Next, I probably have a lot of trouble to deal with. So, let's quickly end this messy situation and return to the castle. If everything goes well, maybe I can even squeeze in half an hour to nap in my dorm."
"Don't dream, Blaine. You're still thinking about sleeping?" The first Gryffindor who attacked earlier, having recovered from the shock of Armostad effortlessly subduing the Acromantula, bared his teeth and said viciously, "The Dementors will give you a good welcome for us!"
"The wind's strong up there. I suggest you don't fly so high, or else, it'll hurt a lot when you fall." Armostad completely ignored the threat and looked at Charlie.
"What do you want to do?" Charlie, warned, cautiously held his wand to his chest and gripped his broom handle tightly, ready to dodge at any moment. However, Armostad didn't cast a spell at anyone. Instead, he swung his wand like a drumstick, heavily striking the empty air in front of him!
Buzz! As the wand struck, a violent storm instantly erupted in the invisible world. Magic, with Armostad's strike as its epicenter, rapidly sent intense ripples outwards in all directions, like a calm water surface startled by falling rocks.
Bang, bang, bang! The Gryffindors, swept by the chaotic magic, immediately tumbled from their broomsticks like dumplings falling into a pot. After several heavy thuds, they all collapsed unconscious.
"I warned you, it would be very painful. Ah, this is endless." Armostad turned to look towards the castle. Bill Weasley, riding Philoa's broom, was quickly crossing the boundary of the Forbidden Forest and the Quidditch pitch, rushing towards them with a worried expression.