Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 482 A Big Fish

The dazzling golden light spread like a net, wiping out the black flames.

The ferocious chimera beast, the fire-breathing bird with a sharp beak, and the fire serpent with its head raised and tongue flicking, all conjured by the demonic fire, vanished in an instant.

Belvina has arrived, and reinforcements will arrive soon. The morale of the Ministry of Magic staff stationed around the North Sea is high, their counterattack is more resolute, and their determination to win is even stronger.

In contrast, the dark wizards led by Death Eater Lucius Malfoy were first startled by Crabbe's Fiendfire, and then terrified by Belvina's sudden appearance. The fact that they didn't turn and run away already showed their strength.

"Felix!"

Immediately after extinguishing the black flames, Belvina began issuing orders.

"Take your men and proceed immediately to Azkaban. Defend the castle, and severely punish any prisoners who dare to make a move!"

Felix and the others readily agreed. They disengaged from the battle at top speed and disappeared in an instant, all heading to Azkaban to provide support.

The Death Eaters launched a massive attack on the Ministry of Magic's outposts around the North Sea tonight, and Azkaban Castle must be in grave danger. The most important thing to do now is to support Azkaban and control the situation.

"Kill her!"

Still shaken, Lucius Malfoy hesitated before the battle even began. He dared not make a move himself, so he ordered his men to do it.

"She's the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Killing her would be a great achievement. Kill her!"

Crabbe, whose head is just for show, started with a Killing Curse. If he could kill the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, wouldn't that be considered a better performance?

The dark wizards who remained at the camp also raised their wands, aiming them at Belvina. Whoever could kill the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement might receive Voldemort's reward and become a member of the Death Eaters.

The green light of the Killing Curse arrived in an instant, but Belvina calmly raised her left hand. A flash of silver light disappeared, and the silver kite-shaped shield engraved with the Black family crest did not appear out of thin air as usual, but the Killing Curse, which was fatal upon contact, still bounced off.

The killing curse, which had been easily deflected and was flashing with a ghastly green light, returned along its original path. Crabbe, howling as he charged forward, rolled on the ground in a sorry state, barely avoiding being killed by the curse he himself had cast.

The Death Eater Crabbe dodged the Killing Curse, but the unfortunate man behind him didn't react in time, and the blinding green light instantly took his life.

All of this happened so fast that none of the dark wizards present could react in time. They had no idea just how terrifying this seemingly delicate woman was.

The dark wizards unleashed their magic, their different colored spells illuminating the Christmas night as brightly as day.

The agile werewolves charged forward, unleashing a barrage of spells at high speed towards Belvina, their aim to be the first to tear open her fair neck.

Despite the attacks from the dark wizard and werewolves, Belvina remained calm and composed. She waved her acacia wand in her right hand repeatedly, deflecting each incoming spell. With each spell deflected, a werewolf fell in the path of her charge.

No matter how dense and swift the dark wizard's spells were, they couldn't break through Belvina's magical barrier; instead, the werewolves fell one after another.

The werewolves, gripped by fear, tried to retreat, but before their bodies could react, the repelled spell struck them.

Charging forward was impossible, and retreating was impossible; trapped in a dilemma, the werewolves soon lay scattered on the ground.

A light shimmered before Belvina as she returned each spell cast by the dark wizard. If it was a killing curse, she would raise her left hand and randomly reward a lucky person.

The dark wizards present immediately sensed that something was terribly wrong. So many of them couldn't even subdue a delicate and weak woman, while the werewolves had been wiped out. Even the most ruthless of the dark wizards began to feel fear.

Fear arose in some people's hearts, and the idea of ​​running away was immediately fueled by that fear.

At this moment, a group of dark wizards are still besieging Belvina. If she doesn't take this opportunity to escape, when will she ever get another chance?

Then, as someone tries to find Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eater who led them, a scene that shatters their beliefs unfolds.

Lucius Malfoy is about to run!

Lucius Malfoy dragged the stunned Goyle along. Goyle, unable to dodge in time, was struck by the rebounding spell. Malfoy grabbed Goyle and retreated behind the dark wizard, while Crabbe, looking panicked, also retreated.

The dark wizards, already driven by fear to flee, became anxious when they saw that the Death Eaters were moving even faster than them. They began to retreat recklessly, preparing to Apparate away from the area.

A mob is a mob; no matter how many people there are, they are not up to par and cannot form an effective fighting force.

When they had the upper hand, the black wizards would bravely advance and attack ruthlessly and decisively; when the two sides were deadlocked, the black wizards would think of retreating and their attacks would become hesitant; when the situation was unfavorable, the black wizards would completely fall apart and their escape would be chaotic and disorganized.

There was no cover to cover each other, let alone help a fallen comrade. Everyone was thinking about how to run faster than the others. Some even turned their backs to the enemy, just to run a little faster.

The once brightly lit encampment suddenly dimmed, the light of the spell vanished, leaving only a shimmering silver glow on Belvina's fingers.

Belvina waved her wand again, whipping it around like a whip, and shiny, soft ropes shot out from the tip of the acacia wood staff.

The shimmering ropes seemed to possess their own will, rushing towards the group of black wizards who were trying to escape the moment they flew off the tip of the staff, wrapping around their wrists and ankles.

For a time, thuds echoed throughout the temporary camp, with the dull thuds of black wizards falling to the ground resounding one after another.

The shiny ropes look soft, but once you get tangled in them, they will immediately climb up to other parts of your body, binding you tightly.

Two dark wizards, who were entangled in ropes and could not break free, immediately used Apparition to try to free themselves from the ropes' bindings.

However, to their surprise, an anti-Apparition spell was applied to the rope. The one who failed to Apparition fell to the ground with a thud, while the one who successfully Apparition fared even worse—he split into two.

The dark wizard, who had forcibly activated Apparition, had half of his body submerged in a pool of blood, his right half missing, as if someone had cleaved him in two with a sharp axe.

"Lucius Malfoy!"

Belvina, who is naturally vengeful, recognized her cousin-in-law, who was dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask.

Belvina has never forgotten the Killing Curse she inflicted at the Quidditch camp last summer, and she has been looking for an opportunity to get revenge.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity came just like that. Enemies meeting are especially hostile, so how could Belvina let Lucius Malfoy escape from under her nose?

Belvina raised her left hand and made a grasping motion. Crabbe, who was fleeing frantically, was as if he had been caught in a lasso. His black robe seemed to have a tremendous force, forcibly dragging Crabbe backward.

Before Crabbe could shake off the immense force that had suddenly appeared on his black robe, gleaming ropes caught up and instantly wrapped around his wrists and ankles, soon binding him like a mummy.

Seeing Crabbe captured, Lucius Malfoy no longer cared about the unconscious Goyle. He waved his wand to break free of the ropes rushing towards him, and quickly moved away from Goyle, who was already entangled in the ropes, leaving the mummy-like Goyle behind.

Once again pushing aside the approaching ropes, Lucius Malfoy seized the opportunity to Apparate. "Where do you think you're going!"

Two beams of red light struck Lucius Malfoy almost simultaneously.

The first beam of red light knocked the elm wand from Malfoy's hand, and the second beam of red light struck Malfoy in the chest, sending him flying.

Lucius Malfoy, who fell heavily to the ground, felt pain all over his body, but the most unbearable pain was in his chest. Malfoy suspected that his sternum might be broken.

It was the excruciating pain in his sternum that prevented Lucius Malfoy from successfully apparating. To successfully apparate, one needs a goal, determination, and composure—all three are indispensable.

Belvina's attack was too fast. Malfoy had barely conceived of his "target" when Belvina's spell struck him in the chest, shattering his "determination" and "composure." With all three lost, the Apparition failure was inevitable.

If Lucius Malfoy were to recklessly and forcibly activate Apparition, he would split into two bodies like the previous dark wizard, or even worse.

Lucius Malfoy, sprawled on the ground, heard the approaching footsteps. He knew he couldn't escape, and that tonight he would not only fail to achieve the greatest merit, but would also face extremely severe punishment.

Perhaps being caught by the Ministry of Magic isn't such a bad thing; at least I won't have to face the furious Voldemort tonight.

"Lucius, it's been a long time."

Belvina walked up to Malfoy, and with a wave of her hand, the mask on Malfoy's face disappeared.

Malfoy, his face ashen, gave up struggling. He wanted to say something, but the sharp pain in his chest prevented him from opening his mouth.

"Lucius," Belvina looked down at Malfoy, "it seems I'm not the one paying the price for my foolishness and arrogance, am I?"

As she spoke, Belvina waved her hand, and Malfoy's wand flew out of the darkness and landed in Belvina's hand.

Lucius Malfoy's wand is made of elm wood, with a heartstring core and a snake-head-shaped decoration on the handle.

There's a saying in wizarding society that only pure-blood wizards can use elm wands. In reality, this is pure nonsense.

"The Dark Lord is back, Belvina. Your smugness won't last long," Malfoy said, his voice trembling as he forced back his words despite the pain.

"What makes you think Voldemort is invincible?" Belvina said softly. "He's been defeated once, and if he's defeated once, he'll be defeated again."

Belvina gently stroked her eighteen-inch-long elm wand, then said, "Serpent's head? The symbol of Slytherin. It's a great disgrace to graduate from the same house as someone like you, Lucius."

Instantly, Lucius Malfoy's ashen face flushed crimson, his anger stemming not only from the verbal insults!

With a soft snap, Belvina broke off the snake head decoration on the handle of her elm wand.

"No matter how lavish the exterior decorations, they cannot conceal the emptiness within. You are all show and no substance, Lucius. The Malfoy name is disgraced because of you."