The geometric face of the god Adam erupted with blinding white lightning, and the angelic host descended in formation amidst holy light. Clad in shimmering silver armor, they bore giant shields cast from diamond starlight in their left hands, and holy spears wrapped in judgment runes in their right. Twelve pairs of wings unfolded behind them like wheels of adjudication.
The orderly battle array split into two torrents; half the spear tips pointed toward the newly born divine core of Voldemort, while the other half formed a diamond array in an attempt to block Iblis's retreat.
"Into the Castle! Now!" Professor McGonagall waved her Wand, transforming the heavy doors of the Great Hall into a giant bronze tortoise. Professor Flitwick blew a goblin silver flute, its notes condensing in the air into a bridge of light—the very one Iblis had demonstrated in charm class—leading directly to the safety of the dungeon. Hagrid swung a giant shield made from a Blast-Ended Skrewt shell, blocking the falling holy embers for the retreating ranks.
Chapter 267