Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 489 Final Assignment
Tiera ignored Umbridge's hysterical screams and curses from inside the room, and simply snapped her fingers, and Umbridge limply moved over there.

Then Tierra raised her hand and waved, and wands flew out from the sleeves of the Slytherin who was lying on the ground behaving strangely, hovering in front of Dumbledore's army.

But when someone reached out to take it, the wand that was hovering in front of them moved back slightly.

"Don't rush," Tiera's voice came.

"Tierra?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with excitement, confusion, and relief.

"This is the final test of Dumbledore's Army training," Tierra said, not looking at Harry alone, but at the crowd of Dumbledore's Army. "It is also your true Defense Against the Dark Arts (OWL) test, which will begin the moment you pick up your wands."

“Once the exams begin, Umbridge and her disciplinary squad will be awake,” Tyella continued. “Your task is to use what you’ve learned in Dumbledore’s Army of the Dead to subdue them and, until Dumbledore returns to school, assist the remaining professors in maintaining order at Hogwarts.”

After she finished speaking, Tiera's figure gradually faded in the mirror.

“Wait, Tierra, Sirius, he—” But before Harry could finish speaking, Tierra’s figure had completely disappeared from the mirror.

"What could be so urgent for him?" Harry said indignantly after Tyrell disappeared. "Couldn't he even wait a minute?"

“He must have something important to say,” Ron shrugged, then turned to ask, “What do we do next?”

Harry glanced at the disciplinary squad acting strangely and the unconscious Umbridge, scratched his head in annoyance, and after a moment of silence, said:

"I'll count to three, and then we'll all grab our wands and defeat them quickly."

"One, two—"

"Wait a minute, Harry," Hermione suddenly called out, then lifted her leg and walked to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

“To prevent any of them from escaping, we should have someone guarding the door,” Hermione said. “I’ve learned wandless spellcasting, so I can stand guard here. The rest of you can help me with my wand, but I still need at least two more people.”

"I come!"

"I!"

George and Fred also raised their hands and went to the door.

“Alright,” Harry nodded, then began counting again:
"one two Three!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone grabbed their magic wands on the number "three".

Harry helped Hermione catch her wand, while Ron and Ginny helped George and Fred catch theirs, respectively.

Gradually, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and the other members of the disciplinary inspection team regained consciousness.

But as soon as they regained consciousness, some of them felt aches and pains all over their bodies, while others felt a sore throat.

But before they could even react—

"Collapse!"

"Confinement quickly!"

"Dispose of the weapons!"

"All petrified!"

"Dancing with a crackling sound!"

Countless spells rained down on them.

Before most of the Slytherins could recover from the pain, they were struck by the spell and fell back into a state of delirium.

This includes a certain platinum-rich young master.

Only a few older Slytherins reacted in time, either dodging the spell or drawing their wands to fight back.

"What are you trying to do? Are you plotting a rebellion?" Umbridge shouted, brandishing his wand, and a curse struck Lee Jordan.

Li Jordan collapsed in agony, convulsing on the ground. Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance.

Harry tossed Hermione's wand to her, and the two of them simultaneously broke free from their current opponents and began to gang up on Umbridge.

Gradually, only Dumbledore and Umbridge remained standing in the office.

Therefore, all of Dumbledore's remaining troops began their siege of Umbridge.

Although Umbridge's dark magic had improved rapidly during this period, and her spells were incredibly powerful, she lacked combat experience. Even with her powerful dark magic, she was no match for a group of rigorously trained Dumbledore's army.

After realizing that Umbridge was difficult to defeat, Dumbledore's army exchanged knowing glances, and then immediately began to employ the strategies they had learned in their training sessions—

They quickly followed the training method, dividing into three combat groups, three combat groups forming a squad, and the remaining Dumbledore's troops who were still capable of fighting could form two squads.

Two squads, consisting of six combat groups, consist of two assault groups, two covering groups to draw fire, and two groups using indirect fire or explosive spells to inflict damage.

Meanwhile, one person in each group of three is responsible for casting a protective spell such as the Ironclad Charm or the Protective Charm to protect their teammates from being hit by Umbridge's insidious dark magic spells.

One person in each group is responsible for drawing fire, while the other person is responsible for casting destructive spells.

Even though Umbridge had absorbed a great deal of painful emotions and completed the transformation into dark magic during this period, she couldn't withstand the fierce firepower of Dumbledore's army.

He only lasted ten minutes before collapsing in agony and falling unconscious.

After Umbridge fell, everyone stopped moving.

Hermione stepped forward, kicked away the wand that Umbridge was holding, and then cast "Immediate Restraint" and "Petrify All" on Umbridge in quick succession.

"How can she be so powerful?" Harry asked, panting, looking at the unconscious Umbridge.

“Who knows?” Ron said. “But who cares, Harry? What do we do next?”

"Of course, we should contact the heads of the house to maintain order at Hogwarts."

"Find a way to get to the Ministry of Magic!"

Hermione and Harry expressed differing opinions.

“Harry, Tyella said we should manage Hogwarts and keep things stable until Dumbledore returns.”

“But Hermione, Sirius!” Harry said anxiously, his mind replaying the scene from his dream.

The thought of Sirius possibly being killed by Voldemort made Harry feel cold and his whole body tremble with fear.

“Yes, Harry, but Tyella made us…” Hermione continued.

“I know, I know,” Harry interrupted anxiously, “but I have to go save him. He’s still alive, I can feel it.”

Harry touched the scar on his forehead as he spoke; it was now burning with pain.
“You can stay here and carry out Tierra’s orders. I have to go to the Ministry of Magic,” Harry said.

“Wait, Harry, we didn’t mean…” Hermione tried to explain anxiously, but before she could finish, she was interrupted by a lively voice.

“Don’t even think about leaving us to fight alone!” Neville said with high spirits. He, who usually seemed somewhat timid, was now full of energy, as if he were on fire. “We are all members of Dumbledore’s Army. The reason for establishing Dumbledore’s Army is to fight the Mysterio, right? This is our first chance to participate in a real battle—otherwise, are we just playing games or something?”

“No… of course not—” Harry said impatiently.

“Then we should go too,” Neville said decisively, like a soldier. “We want to do our part.”

“That’s right,” Luna said, a happy smile spreading across her face.

Harry scratched his head in frustration and glanced at Hermione.

“Never mind, none of this matters anyway,” he said through gritted teeth, “because we still don’t know how to get there—”

“I think we’ve solved this problem,” Luna said in an ethereal voice. “Let’s fly over.”

(End of this chapter)