The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Voldemort threw his head back and laughed heartily.

"Is this what Dumbledore taught you? A hypocritical and laughable sense of justice?"

Bang!

The flames suddenly ignited and then abruptly went out.

"Tom, I think Harry is a good boy, much better than you."

Dumbledore, with a phoenix on his head, appeared in the box.

"Dumbledore!"

Voldemort's expression suddenly changed.

He transformed into black mist once more and rushed toward Harry at lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, black mist enveloped Harry, carrying him away from the box.

"Harry!"

Several people exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Just then, a rope shot up from the ground, tied around Harry's ankle, and stopped Voldemort for a moment.

Before the black mist could corrode the rope, Dumbledore waved his wand just in time, as if an invisible hand had snatched Harry back from the black mist and placed him behind the others.

The black mist gathered and dispersed erratically, and Voldemort's upper body rose from within it.

“Well done.” His gaze found Scott precisely. “The moment you made your move, I realized that not only this rope, but also that crow that bothered me was yours.”

Scott sighed.

Now that things have come to this, there's no need for him to hide it anymore.

“Yes,” he said, “because you pointed your wand at my friend.”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, looked Scott up and down a few times, and revealed an expression of great interest.

"Which family are you from? Tell me your name, boy."

“The answer will probably disappoint you,” Scott smiled slightly. “My parents were both Muggles.”

"impossible!"

Voldemort looked surprised.

Are you lying to me, boy?

His expression looked extremely dangerous at that moment.

"He didn't lie to you, Tom."

Dumbledore walked up to Scott and shielded him behind him.

"Why can't you just admit that a wizard's abilities have no direct relation to their origins?"

Although Dumbledore said this, Voldemort seemed completely unconvinced, saying, "Don't try to lie to me!"

Dumbledore smiled. "Your father was also..."

"Shut up!"

Upon hearing the word "father," Voldemort immediately went berserk.

Avada Kedavra!

The deadly green light shot straight toward Dumbledore.

The row of chairs in front of Dumbledore instantly transformed, intertwining to form a huge and ugly gargoyle, exactly like the one at the headmaster's office entrance.

The stone beast successfully blocked Voldemort's Killing Curse.

Almost simultaneously, everyone else in the box launched an attack on Voldemort.

Colorful spells flew toward Voldemort from all directions.

The Dark Lord chuckled disdainfully and vanished into black mist once more.

The next second, he appeared again, and a similarly deadly green light instantly appeared in front of Harry.

Phoenix Fawkes flew in front of Harry, opened his mouth, and swallowed the green light whole.

A mournful cry rang out.

The phoenix struck by the Killing Curse burst into flames and fell to the floor, becoming small and wrinkled, unable to fly again.

"Damn it! Avada Kedavra!"

Sirius roared and cast a killing spell as well.

At this point, no one cared whether he had used the illegal Unforgivable Curse; the other people's spells followed the green light and struck the Dark Lord.

Voldemort, with an expression of resentment, turned into black mist and flew away.

When he reappeared in people's sight, he was already above the stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen," his voice echoed throughout the arena, "I regret to inform you that due to Dumbledore's timely arrival, I have failed to obtain the boy. Therefore, I must inform you all that the Fiendfire surrounding the stadium is about to spiral out of control. Enjoy the upcoming revelry."

The black mist rose into the sky and then disappeared into the distance, leaving only the echoes of maniacal laughter in the air.

No sooner had Voldemort left than Rimbaud, who had been knocked away by him, flew back unharmed.

Scott let Rimbaud perch on his shoulder, ignoring the probing looks from the others, and took out the [Magic Mirror] again to look at the live surveillance footage outside the stadium reflected in the mirror.

"Those Death Eaters have all left."

He spoke up to remind him.

In the mirror, as Voldemort walked away, all the Death Eaters also disappeared from the spot.

Just as Voldemort had said, the wall of fire formed by the Fiendfyre was completely out of control, and the flames began to spread rapidly in all directions.

At this moment, the gymnasium was in complete chaos.

Cries and screams filled the air as people tried to escape, running around like headless flies, making all the passageways inside the gymnasium extremely crowded.

"Is there anything we can do?" Mrs. Burns asked Dumbledore anxiously. "There are 100,000 spectators here! The fire is spreading very quickly; at this rate, the stadium will collapse soon!"

Mr. Weasley loudly proposed, "Let's all go down and cast the Curse of Destruction on the ground together; that should break the Anti-Apparition Charm!"

His proposal was approved by everyone.

Just as everyone was about to take action, Dumbledore bent down, picked up the phoenix from the ashes, and shook his head.

“I’m afraid that won’t work,” he said. “I checked it out when I entered the stadium. The large-scale anti-Apparition Charm that Voldemort and the Death Eaters set up together is almost comparable to the spell at Hogwarts.”

“We have 100,000 wizards!” Bagman said anxiously. “If everyone works together, any spell can end it.”

Ms. Burns said gravely, "I'm afraid the audience is now completely in disarray and won't be so easy to manage. And..."

Bill continued, "Moreover, if everyone cannot cooperate effectively, they cannot achieve the desired synergistic effect; in fact, the overall result will be greatly diminished."

"What are we going to do? Are we going to be burned alive here?" Ginny cried. "Even Professor Dumbledore's phoenix has..."

“Of course we have other options,” Dumbledore said calmly.

He turned to Scott. "What do you think, Scott?"

Scott nodded.

Although he didn't understand why Dumbledore would bring him up, he answered truthfully, "We can only open up a sufficiently wide underground passage as soon as possible."

Dumbledore nodded.

Everyone in the private room quieted down.

The method is actually very simple, but it is not so easy to do.

Alternatively, if other methods were used to open a passage, the speed would likely not be able to keep up with the speed at which the fire spreads, and coupled with the crowds scrambling to escape, it could very well lead to a tragedy.

The only solution is to use shapeshifting to instantly create an underground passage large enough for 100,000 people to escape quickly.

“So I need your help, Scott,” Dumbledore said earnestly. “We’ll go down together. I’ll be responsible for making the tunnel take shape, since we can’t guarantee the soil underground will be firm enough. You’ll be responsible for making the tunnel more sturdy.”

“I… okay, Professor.”

Scott didn't know if his magic could hold up, but since Dumbledore had said so, he could only nod in agreement.

Without delay, Dumbledore grabbed Scott and jumped over the railing of the box.

Just before they landed, Dumbledore used a shock-absorbing charm to make them land smoothly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be patient, we have a plan..."

Ms. Burns' voice resounded throughout the room as she began to explain Dumbledore and Scott's plan, urging everyone to settle down quickly and descend the stairs in an orderly fashion.

"Albus!"

As Scott followed Dumbledore toward the edge of the lawn, Moody limped over.

"Luckily you arrived in time."

The old Auror's face was very grim.

"We've already lost several more good young men tonight. If you hadn't arrived in time, who knows how many more would have suffered."

Then he started loudly complaining about other people, especially Bagman.

"I told you long ago, we should hold the next competition abroad! Preferably in Europe! But those guys never listen to me! After tonight, the unreliability of the British Ministry of Magic will spread throughout the world along with the terror of the Dark Lord..."

“Alastor!” Dumbledore interrupted him. “We will have plenty of time to discuss this later. Now, please lead the Aurors to organize an orderly evacuation.”

“Oh, you’re right, Albus, I lost my composure.”

Moody took a couple of breaths, then turned and hurried away.

Scott glanced at his back.

What happened today seems to have dealt a heavy blow to this strong old Auror, causing him to lose his usual shrewdness and competence.

At this moment, the athletes with flying brooms had already taken action and began to use their brooms to carry people away.

Scott glanced at the list and saw that the athletes had all chosen young children.

Each person can take several children with them when they leave by plane.