The moment that dragon's roar sounded, along with the faintly visible silhouette of a dragon, most of the wizards showed wary and confused expressions.
Was it an enemy or an ally?
They did not know.
But for the wizards who knew the details, and who knew about a certain person's extraordinary talent, they immediately realized who had arrived.
The one who could communicate with dragons.
The Dragontongue...
Draco Malfoy!!
...
Compared to Pansy and Lucius, who were both surprised and worried by Draco's appearance, the ones targeted by those arrows were already dodging the wooden shafts whistling through the air with fear on their faces.
"Mere... ugh!!"
"Who's attacking us!?"
"Everyone, dodge!"
"No, block the arrows with magic!"
Bows and arrows, weapons that should have long since vanished from the battlefield, had now become the Death Eaters' nightmare.
It had to be said that, faced with this sudden attack, the Death Eaters flying through the sky immediately exposed their poor discipline and their lack of skill in aerial combat.
If they had been on the ground, their casualties would never have been this severe.
Watching them fall from the sky one after another, the girls on the tower went slightly pale.
Although they had gone through all kinds of practical combat training and had seen blood before, only after witnessing large-scale death with their own eyes did they truly realize how much more fragile life was on a battlefield than they had imagined.
Feeling faintly sick, Pansy turned her attention toward the direction the arrows had come from.
With that single glance, Pansy understood exactly what Draco, who had disappeared all this time, had gone off to do.
"He actually... persuaded those stubborn Centaurs? How did he manage that?!"
The thunder of hooves.
Human torsos drawing bows and nocking arrows.
Seeing the Centaurs appear, Pansy was no longer surprised by how fast and accurate the arrows were, or how many could be fired in such a short time. She even understood why those arrows had such destructive power.
Only the Centaurs could unleash such a terrifying rain of arrows with these numbers.
However, the Centaurs had always held to a stance of non-intervention, non-interference, and indifference. How had they walked out of their Forbidden Forest?
And how had they come to stand so resolutely on their side?
"Draco... he didn't use a Love Potion on those Centaurs, did he?"
Well...
If the Centaurs below heard what Pansy had just said, they would probably shoot an arrow at that wildly imaginative little head of hers first.
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In any case, the Centaurs' entry into the battle and their attack had come at exactly the right time.
They had chosen the moment when the Death Eaters were being drawn in by Pansy and the others, leaving them completely unprepared for an ambush by the Centaurs.
But it had to be said that although bows and arrows had long been made obsolete by the times, compared with magic that caused such obvious commotion, this "primitive" method of attack was precisely the key to Draco and the others' success.
Beyond that, what truly allowed Lucius and the others to see a chance to turn the tide was the arrival of these Centaurs.
"Adjust your angles! Target the rear of the enemy formation! Covering fire!"
That somewhat Muggle-style command naturally came from Draco, who was riding on Norberta.
Only he, with his excellent field of view, could become the eyes of the Centaurs below.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Once again, the wooden arrows that looked as though they had no killing power at all formed a terrifying arrow rain in the hands of the Centaurs.
Especially under Draco's command, the destructive power brought by those arrows rose sharply.
This was the Centaurs' natural gift.
And Draco's art of war.
From that moment on, the counterattack began!!