A Certain Magical Hogwarts

As the dark-robed wizard cast his spell, arrows tainted with the Fiendfyre Curse shot back with even greater speed.

Centuries of living in the Forbidden Forest had granted the centaurs exceptional combat abilities, but they lacked experience in fighting wizards—especially the powerful ones.

A centaur on the right reacted quickly but was overly confident. Attempting to showcase his immense strength, he reached out with both hands.

He managed to catch the enchanted arrow, but its force was overwhelming. He instinctively tried to grip it tighter, but the arrow continued its trajectory unabated.

It pierced his skull, killing him instantly. His body was thrown backwards by the tremendous force, hooves flailing in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The surrounding centaurs froze in bewilderment, their hooves nervously pawing the ground as they stared in panic at their fallen companion, who had died in an instant.

On the left, another centaur took a more cautious approach. Using his short spear, he struck the arrow mid-air. However, the black fire transformed into a serpent, which lunged and bit his neck.

The centaur fell, consumed by demonic flames within moments.

The black centaur in the middle, the most cautious of the group, decisively abandoned his bow and unsheathed a massive sword. 

With his impressive strength, he swung it, precisely intercepting the arrow.

At the same time, he stepped back, narrowly avoiding the sinister follow-up attack of the Fiendfyre Curse.

"Bane, what should we do?!" one of his companions asked.

Bane glared at the terrifyingly powerful wizard, his expression grave. Without wasting words, he charged forward in a suicidal frenzy.

Centaurs were proud creatures. When their companions were slain, their vengeance was instinctive and immediate, Even if it meant their own deaths.

The second centaur followed, then the third, the fourth... Eventually, over a hundred centaurs charged in an inverted V formation!

Their hooves pounded the earth, sending tremors across the ground. The sound reverberated like war drums, echoing for miles.

Within the range of 300 to 100 yards, Bane fired multiple volleys of projectiles, simultaneously with his comrades.

Thirty arrows were loosed simultaneously, slicing through the air with a sharp hum!

The dark-robed wizard showed no fear. 

Laughing loudly, he raised his hand slightly, not even bothering to use his wand. The first wave of arrows was repelled by an invisible force, dropping harmlessly to the ground.

As the first volley ended, the second wave followed. This time, a rain of fifty feathered arrows accompanied by over a hundred short spears.

This time, the dark-robed wizard abandoned his casual demeanor. Raising his wand lazily, he conjured a golden shield in front of him.

Arrows rained down, spears hurtled like blades!

The golden shield sparkled as it deflected the relentless assault, each impact producing a cascade of dazzling sparks. Yet, the shield's glow gradually dimmed.

Bane fixed his eyes on the unknown wizard, raising his hand to signal. The centaurs' coordination was impeccable. Thirty more archers readied their bows behind Bane, while thirty centaurs on either flank began moving at high speed.

They didn't charge straight on but circled wide to attack from the sides.

The golden shield finally shattered. The dark-robed wizard muttered an incantation, and a shimmering blue shield, two meters in diameter, materialized around him.

Now, the attack came from all directions. 

Arrows rained down from three sides, but the wizard's magical shield repelled them with violent energy, sending the projectiles scattering into the ground. 

Soon, the area around him was littered with arrows.

The centaurs' assault seemed endless.

Even without finding an opening, they continued their barrage, repeating their attacks in hopes of exploiting a lapse in defence or exhausting the wizard's magic.

This tactic had proven effective against ordinary wizards. 

But who was this dark-robed wizard?

Even in a weakened state, possessing only Quirrell's body and fueled by unicorn blood, the Dark Lord was still the Dark Lord!

At the heart of the battle stood Voldemort. With a flick of his wand, the fallen centaur corpses emitted black smoke. 

Within seconds, they transformed into Inferi.

The Inferi, exuding a dense aura of death, lunged at the surrounding centaurs.

One massive centaur, caught off guard, had his neck snapped by the charge of an Inferius and was hurled backward.

The deathly aura emanating from the Inferi spread, transforming into serpents that coiled around two centaurs, lifting them into the air and slamming them sideways.

Voldemort laughed maniacally as he walked forward leisurely. With another flick of his wand, a massive fireball erupted.

He extended his left hand, licking the flames with a long tongue. The fireball soared skyward, transforming into a fiery serpent over ten meters long.

The serpent hissed, its greenish-blue tongue flickering. With a roar, the fireball burst like fireworks, scattering flames across the Forbidden Forest, raining down on the centaurs.

The fireballs fell like meteors, crashing onto centaurs who failed to evade in time. They perished instantly, their flesh charred.

Voldemort had promised to kill half of them, and he never broke a promise.

He intended to enjoy himself before Dumbledore arrived.

This wasn't just a battle; it was a ceremony—a grand spectacle to welcome Dumbledore.

Madness? Voldemort had always been mad. Killing without hesitation was the essence of the Dark Lord.

As for his host, Quirrell... His life would be heavily drained, and he might not last a few more months.

But Voldemort had already found a better replacement, so he had no reservations.

An expendable servant deserved to serve till death!

The dark-robed wizard continued his slaughter. As Bane, the centaur leader, lay injured on the ground, he stared in despair at the fireball descending from the sky.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves broke through!

Firenze charged in from the side, his bow drawn tight like a full moon. 

A short iron spear, used as an arrow, was launched with a thunderous twang, shattering the fireball into sparks.

Bane's pupils contracted as he saw none other than William riding atop Firenze!

William gripped the silver mane tightly, his wand moving swiftly. Stones on the ground transformed into vines, entangling the Inferius-turned-centaurs.

Firenze unsheathed his sword and surged forward, decapitating the Inferius.

William's wand emitted a red light that swept away the deathly aura in the air. 

A silver glow followed.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Though it didn't manifest as a corporeal Patronus, the spell was powerful enough to dispel the deathly aura.

William raised his left hand, and his ring transformed into a magical sword. With a flick of his wrist, the silver blade effortlessly deflected a fireball.

Firenze skidded to a halt in front of Bane, his front hooves raised high. William, holding tightly onto the mane, smiled and said, "Bane, we meet again."

Bane, who despised wizards, looked at William with a complicated expression.

"Young wizard, are you not afraid of death?"

"Of course I am," William replied. "But I trust Dumbledore will arrive before I die."

As he spoke, William stared at the fiery serpent in the sky. Raising his wand high, he channelled all his magical power.

Though his magic power was slightly less than that of a full-grown wizard, it was enough to perform large-scale spells.

With a wave of his wand, the lake's water swirled into a vortex. William twisted his left hand, lifting half the lake's water into the air.

The water took the shape of a dragon, its wings spreading wide as it soared into the sky, clashing with the fiery serpent!

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