But the shield was not invincible, and dents quickly appeared on it. The strange cube moved while enduring the attacks, suddenly dropping the shield and rolling to the side as bullets hit the truck's fuel tank!
"Boom——"
The explosion sounded again, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire!
Amid the flames, the cube leapt up, extending all sorts of strange tools from its sides—metal claws, pliers, wrenches, bottle openers, iron shovels, and more—like a great warrior cutting through the Muggle soldiers, causing them to flee in panic.
Suddenly, a masked figure jumped out, possessing terrifying strength, ramming into the truck like a raging bull and crushing the front of several vehicles.
These two characters seemed to have skin of bronze and bones of iron, entirely unafraid of Muggle bullets, and even fearless of death, seizing the Muggles' guns to shoot at the truck's fuel tank and even the weapon crates!
Several plumes of fire erupted in succession, the hot wind singeing people's hair.
The wizards inside the castle crowded by the windows, watching in shock, feeling as if they were witnessing an absurd comedy.
Just when they thought the Muggle army had no means against those guys, some Muggles suddenly "bang" launched guns with grappling hooks!
"Sizzle——"
Intense electric arcs flashed, and the previously unstoppable cube and masked figure suddenly wilted, unable to move as if their joints had rusted.
With a cold smile, the high-cheekboned figure said, "I knew it, anything related to magic can't withstand this kind of attack. Let me see what you two are made of!"
He walked toward the masked figure, reaching out to pull the cloth off his face.
"Confringo!"
Someone shouted, and the high-cheekboned figure was instantly flung out like a sandbag.
Twenty or thirty wizards, who had been hiding nearby, lifted their magic wands simultaneously after revealing themselves—
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Spells flew across the battlefield, but Vorvillet heard someone beside him groan, "Merlin... that seems to be... the Order of the Phoenix?"
Vorvillet glanced at him, recognizing a young wizard from the United Kingdom, and curiously asked, "Order of the Phoenix?"
The young wizard trembled as he explained, "That was a secret society founded by Dumbledore over twenty years ago to resist the Mysterious Man and the Death Eaters. It suffered heavy losses during the first UK Wizard War and was disbanded about ten years ago... I recognize two of them."
He murmured as if discovering a great secret, "Looks like they've regrouped… The Order of the Phoenix surely isn't here to help us; Dumbledore might show up any minute… we… should we take this chance to escape?"
He looked around nervously, afraid that the next second the headmaster would appear right before them, unsure of what to do next.
Vorvillet didn't pay attention to his last words, asking with a strange expression, "Dumbledore created a secret society to resist Voldemort...?"
Suddenly feeling indignant, he angrily said, "Why wasn't it created when the Witch Pure Party ruled Europe?"
The young wizard, exasperated, said, "...Is that the point?"
"Thud!"
The outer wall suddenly echoed with a loud thud, and everyone turned to see a familiar Flying Broomstick hovering outside the window without glass; the cube, masked figure, a little girl who could turn into an Obscurus, and a Firebird strikingly similar to a Fiendfyre Monster all stared intently at them, exuding an aura of danger.
"Pardon me, but could you tell us where our master Vid Gray is?" the cube asked politely.
Beside it, the Firebird slightly spread its wings, its mouth flickering with a golden-red light. Black mist emanated from the little girl, her pupils faintly turning white.
"Good question, I'd like to ask the same,"
Sirius and Lupin appeared outside the window on a broomstick, holding magic wands and pointing at the many members of the Witch Pure Party.
"Release the child!" Sirius said coldly, "Otherwise, you can go join those Muggles!"