𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 [𝙿𝙹𝙾 𝚡 𝙷𝙿] (𝟷)

4

FIRE-BREATHING COWS

"I'm not excited for this," Zach shook his head.

"Me neither," Sirius added.

(Name)'s lungs felt completely dry of any air by the time she descend the hill, but she didn't dwell on it too much. Her home needed saving. It needed her help.

"What a grand welcome home," Will remarked with biting sarcasm as he watched the screen, remembering well that he and his siblings had to take care of the so many injured patients.

(Name) rolled her eyes, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead in frustration. "Yeah, just another day in paradise," she muttered dryly.

The girl took a few deep breaths analyzing the situation in front of her as she thought about strategies on how to take down one out of the four of fire-breathing bulls.

The bulls towered like mammoths and belched flames as if it were their natural breath.

"What's a mammoth?" Asked a young wizard.

The question prompted a mix of bemused looks from the muggleborns and demigods, surprised that someone hadn't heard of such a creature.

"A mammoth is like a colossal elephant with fur and tusks the size of tree trunks," Hermione explained quickly, slightly annoyed.

"Imagine Hagrid's pet Fang, but about twenty times bigger and hairier," Ron chimed in.

"Ah, got it," They nodded, trying to picture the monstrous size in their mind.

(Name) surveyed the battlefield, her heart sinking at the sight of her fellow campers grappling with these monstrous creatures. Many were wounded, their armor scorched or torn away in the ferocious onslaught.

"Merlin's beard," James shook his head at what he was watching.

"These things make the Blast-Ended Skrewts look like cuddly kittens," Ron remarked.

"More like Blast-Ended nightmares," Draco added dryly.

The watchers were worried about the campers and wondered why were they being attacked by the bulls.

Realizing she wasn't clad in any protective armor, (Name) hesitated. It would be utterly daft to hurl herself into the fray unprotected.

"Going into battle without armor? You might as well challenge a Chimera to a tickling contest," Orion quipped to his granddaughter, eyeing her lack of protection.

"You're not seriously considering charging in like that, are you?" Arcturus interjected, concern furrowing his brow.

(Name) scratched the back of her head and gave a crooked smile, "What other choice do I have? Run away screaming like a banshee?"