The Battle For Hogwarts

Multiplication And Division

Chapter 5: Multiplication And Division

Damn the matagots! So quick and agile! Multiplying at every offensive spell you throw at them! Damn them! In just a few minutes of their arrival, the school's defenses had been divided into 4 groups: 1 defending the main gates, 1 stayed on the east side, 1 was forced to move into the west side, and your group, which took the battle to the Quidditch pitch. You needed the brooms to make the fight equal. You must take the air time or else those pesky Death Eaters and annoying Dementors will keep on turning Hogwarts into more of a ruin than it is now.

*ZOOM*

The Quidditch teams of each house aid you in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey! Guess who's back on a broom?"

You see Paul flying in circles.

"Paul! Good to see you! What happened in the Great Hall?"

"We got them out! Broke all the windows though. Such beautiful panes of glass art." he replies over the shouting.

You laugh and you take Paul and the teams back to the school. They let the bludgers loose, hitting whoever, wherever, whenever and hope that they don't put the blame on the Quidditch players.

"Sorry! My bad! I apologize!" Paul shouts.

It looks like the matagots are affected by the bludgers since they aren't spells. But they are still multiplying at a pretty fast rate. Soon, they'll flood the battlefield so you'll need a faster solution other than the bludgers. You need more creatures on your side other than just dragons and the ghosts of Hogwarts. The owls could help!

"Professor McGonagall! Professor Slughorn!" you call, landing beside them.

"Ah! Just when we needed more help!" professor Slughorn says.

"Professors, may we use the owls to help with the matagot problem?"

"Why ask me? Ask Potter about that."

"I was thinking you would answer that?"

"Why would we?"

"Because you're the teachers?"

"We put Potter in charge of everything now that Voldemort's back."

"Shhh! We mustn't speak his name!"

"Hogwarts is broken down and everything is in chaos and at war. Who cares if we speak his name? He's here on the battlefield!"

You remember Harry is in the forest with him.

"Harry! Oh no! He's in the Dark Forest! With him!"

"Slow down, slow down! Who's where doing what?"

"Harry's in the Dark Forest with Voldemort!"

"What?!?!?"

"He's fighting him! In there!"

You point and they stare, a worried look in their eyes, their expressions concerned for Harry.

"We must give him time. Call Molly and the Ministry, Horace." she turns to professor Slughorn.

"The Ministry would never listen, Minerva! If only Albus were here then they would listen."

"Just try. Please."

"Communication is down. You'd have to actually get into the Ministry to ask them for the support."

"Then get the Ministry!"

"We won't have enough time! The sun is rising and we're falling back, divided and separated!"

"Well what are we gonna do!?!?"

*BOOM*

Flames roar at the other side of the castle and see flaming dragons and serpents flying into the sky.

"Who casted a Fiendfyre curse!?!?!?"

"I'm going to get Molly."

"That Fiendfyre must be extinguished or everyone will die!"

"Go Minerva! Help the others! I'll get Molly. You..." professor Slughorn turns to you. "...You and your friend will stay here and help the other students."

"Sir yes sir!" Paul says, hopping back onto his broom.

You nod and the professors apparates away as Paul flies off. In their wake, 3 matagots, enraged and annoyed. Growling and hissing, they surround you. You briefly forget that they multiply at the impact of offensive spells and you can't a stunning spell. Already late to realize your mistake, out come 2 copies of the original matagot, just as mad and furious as the others, and they jump at you. You block one and throw another aside. You start running as they give chase. They snarl and scratch at you, barely missing most of them and getting hit by some, almost costing an arm. One after another, they leap onto you, biting your shoulders and legs as you shake them off and limp away. Inevitably, you trip and fall and they lunge for the killing blow.

*BAM*

A zouwu hits them back accidentally and that gives you time to get up. Matagots here and there pick up the pace to get you as you call your broom.

"Accio broom!"

Your Nimbus 3000 flies into your hand and you fly off right before they get the chance to take a bite off of your leg. Damn those matagots! Aren't they Ministry pets? Shouldn't they be regular cats outside the Ministry of Magic? It seems as though some Ministry members are here in the battle, even you don't know who.You try to unite the groups again as you move into the west side. 

"Ame!"

"Hey! Paul arrived just a few moments ago!"

"I was with him at the front gates. A ton of matagots are after me! I need your help!"

"Good thing I'm great at magizoology. I can't believe you provoked them. Let me guess. A simple stunning spell did the trick?"

"I forgot, ok? I was panicking! I swear!"

"Alright, I get it. I'd panic too if there were a lot after me. Now come on! Lets go get Paul."

To be continued