Since he had confirmed Voldemort wasn't here, Harvey didn't need to be so cautious anymore.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The sound of Death Eaters flying rapidly echoed continuously through the night sky. At least two to three hundred Death Eaters had gathered on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
The Hogwarts professors, having received the news, immediately used Apparition to arrive at the scene and stop the Death Eaters.
"Boom! Boom...!"
Magical beams flew back and forth across the sky.
But compared to the massive numbers of the Death Eater army, the six professors led by Snape were trapped in a heavy siege, struggling immensely to hold the line.
Harry Potter, Ron, and other members of the resistance arrived at the scene as well upon receiving the news.
Seeing the overwhelmed professors, they immediately joined the fray, relieving a great deal of pressure.
Harvey waited patiently for ten minutes. After seeing no more Death Eaters arriving as reinforcements...
Facing a full three hundred-plus Death Eaters, he got slightly more serious, drawing the wand that had accompanied him for years.
With eyes glinting coldly, he gave a gentle tap toward the empty air.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
First, using an irrationally large-scale Full Body-Bind Curse, he completely controlled every Death Eater surrounding the perimeter of Hogsmeade.
"What's going on?"
"Finite Incantatem!"
"I can't break the bind? Could it be that old fossil Dumbledore is here?"
"What do we do? Someone think of something, fast!"
Once the bind took effect, the Death Eaters, unable to move a muscle, were all overcome with fear. They couldn't comprehend how someone could cast such a massive AoE Body-Bind Curse.
Before the Death Eaters could find a way to crack the spell, the hair-raising danger approached once again.
"Oppugno!"
The dirt and rubble around Harvey levitated into the air.
They clustered together, transforming into nearly a thousand stone spikes, and shot toward the target-practice Death Eater army.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
"Argh... AGH! Mercy, I don't want to die...!"
"To make Pure-blood wizards great again, we fear no sacrifice...!"
"Run! Run! Run!"
Numerous Death Eaters were pierced through by the stone spikes, fist-sized holes appearing on their bodies as warm blood sprayed several meters away.
Some cowardly Death Eaters tried to flee, while fanatics ignored the pain to keep screaming slogans.
But more people lost consciousness before they could even utter a word.
These nearly thousand stone spikes were like a massive net with no blind spots, continuously weaving back and forth through the crowd.
In just a few passes, over three hundred Death Eaters were literally turned into sieves!
Blood stained a vast area of the ground, and the thick stench of gore refused to dissipate.
As the agonizing screams gradually faded.
Harry Potter and Ron personally witnessed hundreds of living people turn into corpses in just a few short seconds.
This small area on the outskirts of Hogsmeade had seemingly become a meat grinder; the wails of souls echoed continuously through a living hell.
Harry Potter rubbed his eyes, his face looking dazed: "Merlin's beard... is this Harvey's true strength?"
Ron was also dumbstruck. Although the bloody scene before him was cruel...
Having witnessed the even crueler side of the Death Eaters, he felt no pity for these people.
Instead, he discovered that Harvey's strength had unknowingly reached such an unprecedented level.
This caused Ron to sigh with emotion: "The difference between one wizard and another is bigger than the difference between a wizard and a dog!"
"Do you think Harvey will get blood-drunk and end up wanting to kill his own people too?"
Harry Potter snapped out of it and gave his friend a speechless look.
"Ron, are you talking in your sleep?"
Snape and the other professors from the school, seeing the Death Eater army easily crushed by Harvey, felt a surge of 'the new waves drive the old waves forward' sentiment in their hearts.
"Professors, Harry—I wasn't late this time, was I?"
After wiping out the invading Death Eater army, Harvey descended in front of the group.
Professor Snape was silent for a while before asking: "The effect of the physique potion is that good?"
Harvey said with a smile: "The potion is only an aid; the wizard is the key."
"I cannot deny that the physique potion provided me with great help, but without magical talent, it would be difficult for me to possess my current strength."
Professor McGonagall's gaze toward Harvey revealed the pride of an elder looking at a junior.
"Truly the most outstanding young wizard in centuries. After annihilating the Death Eater army this time, it will surely deter the entire chaotic wizarding world."
"You-Know-Who probably won't dare to be so flagrant anymore."
"Us old folks can finally stop living in fear every day."
Harvey said modestly: "Not at all, it was all thanks to the professors' hard work. I only did what little I could."
Seeing his good friend Harvey surrounded by several professors being praised in turn, Ron looked on with eyes full of envy and asked:
"Harvey, I want to improve so badly. Could you teach me how to become as strong as you?"
Harry Potter also showed a curious expression, pricking up his ears to listen to how a powerhouse was forged.
Harvey naturally wasn't one to keep his secrets to himself. With a serious expression, he began to share his condensed and concentrated "Success Coaching" experience.
"Relentless spell practice... summarizing experiences... consistent daily physical exercise starting early in the morning... a sword's edge is sharpened through grinding..."
He delivered a whole bunch of "chicken soup for the soul" advice, leaving Harry Potter and Ron mesmerized.
Half an hour later.
Professor Snape and the other professors, having had their fill of the chicken soup, silently took their leave and returned to Hogwarts.
Harry Potter and Ron, however, were a bit lightheaded from the intake of advice. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many mosquitoes in the wilderness, they might have wanted to listen to Harvey's teachings all night long.
"Alright, that's all for today. I'll share more of my success stories with you when I have time."
After getting a taste of being a professor, a parched Harvey stopped his bullshitting and bid them farewell.
Harry Potter thanked him politely: "Harvey, thank you so much for your selfless sharing. I've learned a lot of useful knowledge."
The simple-minded Ron had been completely brainwashed. He grabbed the hem of Harvey's robes and started claiming kinship.
"Brother, from now on, you're my real big brother. If you need anything, I'll definitely do everything in my power to help."
"Don't touch me!" Harvey cursed under his breath, trying to break free from Ron's tugging with a face full of disgust.
As it turned out, this kid was like sticky toffee; once he latched onto someone, he wouldn't let go, impossible to shake off.
"I'm leaving if there's nothing else. You guys get some rest too. Goodbye!"
After finally breaking free from Ron's grip, Harvey offered a hasty goodbye and turned to walk into a portal like he was escaping.
Returning to the bedroom and wiping a non-existent cold sweat, he found Hermione with her neck craned, waiting for him to return.
"Darling, is the Death Eater army dealt with?"
"Yes. Small fry are just small fry in the end. Large numbers don't equate to great strength. I've already sent them all to hell."
"You killed them all?"
"Hm? Is there a problem?"
"Emm... what about You-Know-Who?"
"He didn't dare show his face. It seems he fears me. Perhaps we could try a 'fishing' enforcement operation!"
"Fishing? Why would we go fishing?"
"You... never mind, just get some rest."
"Mmph... don't touch me unless you explain clearly why we're going fishing!"
"We can discuss the 'fishing' part later!"
"Wait, what?! Ahh—!"
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