Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 981 The Roaring World

The attack didn't come from afar, nor from the hunter's hut that Fontana sensed danger, but from directly below them!

Crimson flames, mixed with torn soil and rocks, surged upwards violently like a volcanic eruption!

In an instant, the blinding light and the deafening roar seemed to rob Lyra of her senses; her eardrums were vibrating and her vision was filled with a blinding white light!

The exposed skin felt a burning pain, and there was a faint smell of burning.

She felt as if she had been rammed by a raging bison, her body thrown into the air by the violent shockwave, and then forcefully pulled back by a beam of magical light.

Her internal organs were churning, a strong, metallic taste of blood welled up in her throat, and blood gushed uncontrollably from her mouth.

At that moment, Leila's mind was almost blank. She didn't even feel much pain, and her brain seemed to be short-circuited and refused to think.

She fell heavily into a bush some distance away, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

After lying on the ground, which reeked of gunpowder, for a while, consciousness slowly returned to my body, followed by sharp, intense pain. The world spun around me, and all I could hear was a buzzing sound and the roar of my blood rushing through my ears.

In a daze, Leila heard roars coming from somewhere, but she couldn't make out what they were saying at all.

She struggled to lift her head and vaguely saw several figures moving about, their small wooden sticks emitting brightly colored beams of light.

Leila stared blankly, her mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.

The faces of those people were also unfamiliar, as if the knowledge in her mind had been torn apart by the impact of the explosion, turning into countless pieces of paper that were fluttering and falling, unable to be pieced together into a complete picture.

Suddenly, an old, trembling hand grabbed her still-intact right arm with such force that it almost crushed her bones.

—Let me go!

Leila wanted to scream and struggle, but a terrible squeezing sensation instantly enveloped her, as if it were twisting her fragile bones and internal organs into a ball and stuffing them into the narrow water pipe!

The excruciating pain was magnified countless times, and she almost fainted.

"boom!"

With another loud bang, the two of them fell onto the rough ground like broken sacks. Layla fell sideways to the ground, her vision blurred, only able to feel the blinding sunlight.

Beneath me, I felt the rough, burning touch of rocks and gravel; the air was incredibly dry and carried a peculiar smell of sulfur and minerals.

"We're safe for now... Not many wizards have been to this place..."

The man beside her, panting, said, then looked at her: "How are you feeling? Sorry, I didn't expect their attack to come from under your feet... Laila? Can you hear me? Laila? Laila!!"

boom--! ! !
An invisible voice roared in her mind, and Lyra's body jolted violently, as if a broken circuit had been reconnected.

In an instant, the chaotic snowflakes faded away, and all the information and memories surged back like a tsunami, making a deafening noise.

"……gentlemen?"

A dry sound escaped her throat, each breath feeling like a knife churning inside her lungs.

“Thank you, Merlin,” Fontana couldn’t help but mutter, then said, “Don’t move…”

The cool tip of the cane pressed against Leila's wound, and a gentle warmth softly straightened the broken bones. The excruciating pain began to recede little by little, and the coldness brought on by blood loss seemed to finally be warmed up.

Leila strained to focus her gaze, and the first thing she saw was Fontana's face, which seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant.

A deep gash ran across his forehead, the blood mingling with the sand, making the old headmaster's appearance utterly gruesome. Leila breathed heavily, turning her gaze to the vast, desolate volcanic rock behind Fontana, layers of orange-red, ochre-yellow, and grayish-white soil and rocks shimmering with twisted heat under the blazing sun.

The wind howled across the wasteland, taking away the moisture from the skin and instantly making one feel thirsty.

“I…I want to drink water…” Leila murmured softly.

Fontana firmly refused, saying, "No, you can't drink water right now!"

He hesitated for a moment, then thought that if he hadn't taken Lyra's wand, she might not have been so badly injured.

Fontana pulled a vial of potion from his pocket, brought it close to Lyra's lips, and whispered comfortingly, "Drink it! You'll feel much better after you drink it."

This is an extremely precious life-saving potion, containing three drops of tears shed by a phoenix—Fontana doesn't keep a phoenix as a pet, and it took him a lot of effort to obtain this material.

A few seconds later, Lyra's breathing finally calmed down, and the excruciating pain that felt like it was dragging her into hell disappeared.

Suddenly, her gaze fell upon something about a hundred meters behind Fontana, at the base of a towering, fang-shaped volcanic rock column.

As if due to the evaporation of heat, the air in that place seemed to be distorted...

"Oh!"

A familiar explosion rang out, and several blurry figures squeezed out of the air. Before they could even stand up, the surrounding space began to tear apart the air currents again!
—And even more people are Apparating to get here!
They were all dressed in gray-brown robes. As soon as one of them appeared, the tip of his wand was pointed directly in their direction without any pause, and a dangerous, eerie light gathered at the tip of the wand.

It's as if he knew beforehand who was in this direction.

Leila's eyes widened suddenly, her face, which had just regained a sliver of color, turned deathly pale again, and a short, choked sound escaped her throat.

Fontana turned around immediately upon hearing the sound, but it was too late!
"Shattered to pieces!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Split into pieces!"

"Collapse!"

The light of the spell flickered, collided, and exploded wildly among the desolate volcanic rock pillars! The air was torn apart by the magic, emitting a shriek.

Fontana, like a dying wolf, was writhing in a cloud of blood on his shoulder, yet he still swung his wand with all his might, barely managing to deflect or evade deadly spells, but he had almost no chance to retaliate.

Lyra was shoved hard by him and stumbled into a rocky hollow.

She wanted to help, but without a wand, Lyra could only wave her arms and shout, "Protect yourself!"

A beam of red light pierced straight through the soft barrier, and Lyra didn't even know if she had stopped the other party for a moment.

Suddenly, Fontana swung his wand around like a sword, and dust flew up around them. A whirlwind of sand and gravel swept past, obscuring each other's vision and even blocking out the countless spells to some extent!
Lyra watched as Fontana's robes were torn by the gale like a tattered flag, his wand trembling in his hand, almost slipping from his grasp, yet each spell that burst forth from its tip was incredibly swift and powerful.

The sandstorm, like a thick yellow curtain obscuring the sky and earth, at this moment became a backdrop that highlighted his power. Principal Iphamoni's majesty was displayed to its fullest extent at this moment.

Through the yellow sandstorm, Leila could vaguely hear someone letting out a short, painful scream.

However, this scene did not last long.

Fontana held out for a moment, then took two steps back, grabbed Lyra's arm again, and Apparated!
"boom!"

(End of this chapter)