"Boom—"
The scorching blue Fire Dragon roared, swinging its sharp claws, and charged headlong into the Goblin's battle formation, like a "Little Boy" crashing into an island. Every Goblin and Troll in its path was set ablaze, their heavy armor beginning to glow red. But the glow only held for a moment before being consumed entirely by the flames.
Screams erupted as the Goblins engulfed in fire screeched and leaped around the forest like monkeys with their tails on fire—
Not good!
William's expression hardened as he lightly tapped his Magic Wand. The Fire Dragon, previously rampaging unhindered through the Goblin horde, visibly grew fainter—damn, hadn't fought these Goblins in ages, misjudged their strength, almost wiped them all out at once—might as well have enjoyed a round of Killing Curse earlier—
Then, in the next moment, the Fire Dragon seemed unable to sustain itself, dissipating into blue sparkles in the air, taking the flames from the Goblins with it.
"…"
The Goblins that were previously screeching slowly stopped, looking at their armor which was fully restored as if nothing had happened, and their limbs, which should have been roasted, now looking completely normal. The Goblins showed a bewilderment akin to college students halfway through their studies.
What just happened?
They began to look around, seeing only their equally bewildered companions, and at the center of the confusion, William, who appeared "out of breath" and "exhausted."
(￣-￣)→(･д･)→(^▽^*)!!!
"Lanlock bless us!!!" The Goblins raised their weapons high, shouting in unison!
These fools finally noticed me...
William couldn't help but sigh, watching as the Goblins and Trolls charged toward him again after their cheers, and pointed his Magic Wand at the sky. A vast wave of Magic Energy began to spread rapidly outward from him like a shockwave—
Then, the ground beneath his feet instantaneously transformed into solid gray-white rock, spreading like a virus.
The lead Troll's jade feet suddenly "solidified," and the immense inertia caused it to topple forward like a sculpture, its Wolf Fang Club slipping from its grip and thudding onto the ground with a heavy crash.
The momentum of the charge was abruptly halted, as if the pause button had been pressed, and most armored Goblins and Trolls were petrified in place, unable to move despite their frenzied attack posture—
"…Fortunately, Mr. Hunter has gained an overwhelming advantage! Those three damned Armored Trolls have been completely immobilized!"
Bagman's commentary was full of passion, as if he had rediscovered the enthusiasm from his Quidditch World Cup days, with spittle flying—fortunately, Lupin had anticipated this, and the broadcasted view was entirely from William's perspective, preventing anyone from witnessing Bagman's loss of composure, "However, the crisis clearly isn't over—"
Indeed, there were still a few lucky ones not directly affected, such as those stationed on tree trunks or high up, the ranged Goblins, who stared wide-eyed at everything, the developments evidently beyond the pitiable capacity of their brain cells, taking a full five or six seconds to finally appear to react—
The next moment, they began to shriek wildly, red light bursting forth, just like the glow on those Troll armors—
"Clack clack—"
The stone statues began to tremble uncontrollably, chalk dust falling to the ground—
"Uh-oh, things don't seem very good? Even though, for some reason, Mr. Hunter isn't seeking help, but…" Bagman widened his eyes.
The reason William wasn't seeking help became clear to the viewers in the next moment—he simply waved his hand casually.
Thus, at the Goblins' feet, sharp stone spikes instantly sprang forth, although the scene hadn't reached an 18+ level, as the spikes didn't penetrate but began to bend precisely and close in, forming a sturdy rocky cage, trapping the Goblins within, their crossbows jammed by the hard rock.
Yet, simultaneously, several Goblins, clearly marked as "Elite Monster", completely freed themselves from petrification and attempted to mount a strong attack on William.
Scarlet patterns covered the Goblins' bodies, and they began to screech bizarrely—
But William didn't even look at them, casually swinging his left hand to the side, and an invisible force seemed to form a giant hammer, striking them along with their "True Martial Soul," embedding them into distant tree trunks or rocks, their fate uncertain.
"Roar—"
This time it was the Trolls, those unfortunate creatures with broken legs, still desperately picking up the Wolf Fang Club, but the next moment, William lightly pointed his Magic Wand, and a scarlet Disarming Spell sent the two clubs flying, piercing down from above the Trolls' heads, scarlet blood spattering...
—Then, the scene was inexplicably cut off.
Everything that happened seemed seamless, even giving an impression of ordinariness, but when the people sitting in front of the TV finally realized what he was actually doing—
"…Is this acting?"
At The Burrow, Mrs. Weasley blinked in bewilderment, looking at Mr. Weasley who was also wide-eyed.
Her reason for asking him was evident, Mrs. Weasley simply couldn't reconcile the William on the TV with the polished, eloquent, and apparently non-combatant William they traveled with during the summer holidays.