Chapter 89: Unforgivable Curse and Magical Creature Reinforcements

As the two sides confronted each other, an Auror couldn't quite withstand the pressure, and his hands were shaking a bit.

This time, in order to target Hogwarts and Professor McGonagall, the people Fudge brought were specially selected.

Either they had a strong addiction to officialdom, or they had no connection to Hogwarts, or at the very least, they couldn't be graduates of Hogwarts' Gryffindor House.

Otherwise, Fudge wouldn't have the confidence—if a real conflict broke out, who would they help? Even if they just secretly slacked off, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

Now, the problem of slacking off might have been solved, but some Aurors who hadn't received formal education and were born from "wild paths" still had many deficiencies compared to the academy-trained ones.

The most basic point was that the use of most conventional spells was extremely sloppy and rigid. Students who had been taught by spell masters and graduated smoothly might not even be able to use an Armor Charm well, let alone these Aurors who were used to acting in informal situations.

*Stupefy! *

As time passed, finally an Auror couldn't hold back and took the initiative to act.

The spell flew toward Hagrid and was slapped away directly by Hagrid. The resistant skin on the Giant wasn't just for show!

*Boom! * Hagrid counterattacked decisively, but he was very restrained when he acted. His attacks weren't aimed directly at people, mainly hitting the open space beside them to avoid causing direct casualties.

All the Aurors present were made to look wretched by the mud Hagrid kicked up. At this time, no one dared to cast spells like "Water-Fire Immunity" on themselves; after all, Fudge was standing there toughing it out, so if you were the only one looking bright and beautiful, what? Were you planning to rebel?

"Useless! Useless! Is this the power of your Ministry of Magic?! And you say you protect all wizards?" Hagrid mocked loudly.

His huge body and super-strong resistance allowed Hagrid to be immune to the vast majority of conventional spells. The few that were relatively useful, such as *Levicorpus* or *Wingardium Leviosa*, didn't have much effect either. Don't forget, besides being a Giant, Hagrid was also a wizard—a half-baked wizard was still a wizard.

"You'd better go back and check yourselves properly. Where exactly did so much funding go? You only produced a group of guys who aren't even as good as students? Look at your fat, greasy head; didn't you eat it all into your stomach!"

Hagrid chased Fudge the whole time, scolding him. Weren't you very arrogant just now?! Then be arrogant again and let me see!

Seeing the reporters at the school gate becoming more and more excited, and Fudge becoming more and more wretched, Umbridge couldn't stay still. She slapped an Auror beside her hard—this Auror hadn't acted from beginning to end.

"Hurry and act! What are you waiting for?!" Umbridge shouted loudly.

"Ah? Me?! Are you sure?!" The Auror looked at the group of students in the distance. There were so many students watching; he had to dare to act!

Because of some things years ago, this Auror hadn't been able to enter Hogwarts. Later, he went to Africa and studied for a period of time. As everyone knew, the environment there was completely different from here.

"Sure! Act! I'll take responsibility for anything that happens!" Umbridge continued to shout.

McGonagall, beside her, stood with her arms crossed. She had to admit she had underestimated Hagrid. With Hagrid in this state, any professor who came over would have a headache, and the probability of winning in the end was low; they could only escape in a wretched state.

The Auror swallowed his saliva. Umbridge was still urging him constantly. He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, pointing his wand at Hagrid. "*Crucio! *"

The spell this Auror was best at was actually Dark Magic, and it was one of the most terrifying Unforgivable Curses. This spell was not tolerated by the mainstream British wizarding world!

A dark green light bloomed at the tip of his wand, hitting Hagrid directly, penetrating Hagrid's resistant skin and bringing him intense pain.

"Ahhh!" Hagrid fell heavily to the ground, his muscles beginning to twitch.

*Expelliarmus! *

McGonagall instantly knocked the Auror's wand away. "Are you crazy?! An Unforgivable Curse?!"

"You are attacking the Ministry of Magic's law enforcement team; this is interfering with normal law enforcement!" Umbridge shouted at McGonagall, her voice harsh and her face pale. Regardless of anything else, she had to pin the hat on her first.

"You call this normal law enforcement?! I formally express my opposition!" Hogwarts' Charms professor and dueling master Flitwick walked directly in front of Umbridge, holding his wand and pointing it at her.

No, it wasn't just Flitwick; Madam Pomfrey, Snape, and others all walked out this time. Publicly using an Unforgivable Curse to attack a wizard had already touched the bottom line of the entire school.

While everyone was confronting each other, some Hit Wizards secretly aimed at the fallen Hagrid and launched an attack. Several *Stupefy* spells hit Hagrid, knocking him into several rolls.

Johnson was directly enraged. Hagrid had already fallen to the ground, and they were still sneak-attacking?! This Ministry of Magic was rotten to this extent?!

Several sharp cards flew through the air, accurately pinning themselves to the wrists of the Hit Wizards who had acted, tearing open bloody wounds and making them unable to hold their wands at all.

Fudge, who had calmed down, still wanted to say something and do something to save the situation, but when he looked up, he saw hundreds of students in the distance who had drawn their wands.

Now, as long as he said one wrong word, Fudge and his people would face an attack from the entire Hogwarts.

*Ying! Ying! *

As the situation became more and more wrong, a continuous sound of eagles rang out in the sky.

Johnson subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see a bunch of black dots appear on the distant horizon.

Looking closely, it was actually a group of Hippogriffs. Buckbeak had brought his tribe to support Hagrid.

*It's over! This can't be cleaned up now! *

Lupin also realized this point. Now the only one who could persuade Buckbeak, Hagrid, had fainted, and there were still traces of the Unforgivable Curse on his body. If Buckbeak saw this, wouldn't the Hippogriffs tear everyone apart?!

"Madam Pomfrey! How is Hagrid?" Lupin asked Madam Pomfrey, who was giving Hagrid emergency treatment.

"The problem isn't big!" Madam Pomfrey's hands stroked over the shrinking Hagrid. Hagrid's resistance was indeed high; even the Unforgivable Curse hadn't caused irreversible damage to his body, but as for his spirit, it would have to wait until Hagrid woke up to be determined.

"His spirit has been impacted, and now he has entered a self-protection state. He should wake up in a day or two!" Madam Pomfrey said loudly.

A day or two! That was too late!

While Lupin was anxious, Johnson's superhuman vision allowed him to see the shadows behind the Hippogriffs.

"It's over... I knew this matter had really gotten big!"

Johnson looked at the shadows of the Thunderbird flock and the giant dragon flapping its wings even further behind, and couldn't help but speak out.

Buckbeak had pulled over quite a significant portion of the magical creature air force! ===== CHAPTER 90 =====