Harry Potter: The Bard of Hogwarts

In the magical world, the ancient white magic of the Patronus Charm.

For the first time, it will appear in Middle-earth.

Under the night sky, the starlight seemed to shine brighter, as if responding to something.

As the incantation echoed, the tip of the wand emitted a dazzling light, followed by a silver beam shooting straight into the sky.

Countless glowing silver mist gathered, instantly illuminating the sky over Helm's Deep, bringing forth a sense of holiness.

Bathed in this radiant light, whether it was the elves on the defense walls or the Rohirrim in Hornburg, they felt warmth, strength, and a faint sense of harvest joy.

Suddenly, they no longer felt alone, nor did they fear the army of Uruk-hai they faced.

The morale of the elven and human alliance in Helm's Deep drastically changed.

Likewise, the silver clouds in the sky began to shift, with something moving within their outlines, faintly visible in the glow.

...

The horn blew.

In the original story, Helm's horn sounded early on the fifth day at dawn.

The melodious sound of the horn echoed throughout the valley, once again showcasing the courage of the humans of Middle-earth.

"For honor! For the people! Riders of Rohan, counterattack!"

Théoden drew his sword, standing on the battlements of Hornburg, issuing a king's rallying cry.

The Rohirrim, they may not have the blood of Númenor, nor the longevity of the Dúnedain, nor the exceptional martial skills of the elves.

But as the purest humans of Middle-earth, Rohan was always the most resilient and loyal nation. Regardless of the enemy they faced, they always charged bravely on horseback.

The battle commenced.

The first to react were the elven archers on the defense walls, drawing their bows and shooting in unison, each volley precisely taking down over two hundred Uruk-hai.

The Rohirrim in Hornburg were equally relentless, unleashing a barrage of arrows upon the Uruk-hai.

Perhaps Saruman had indeed put effort into this, for despite being shrouded in the terror of the Boggart, the Uruk-hai did not hesitate as they charged towards the defense walls.

Countless arrows flew, accompanied by countless falling Uruk-hai.

After sacrificing over a thousand soldiers, the Uruk-hai finally reached the walls and began their siege plan.

Grappling hooks with thick ropes firmly embedded into the walls, and after securing them, the half-orcs used pulleys to hoist twelve towering siege ladders.

The thick and heavy wooden ladders, pulled by numerous Uruk-hai, began to rise slowly, however...

"Sectumsempra!"

A powerful black magic curse, like an invisible blade, cut through the ropes of the twelve ladders.

"Buzz~"

The ladders, made from sturdy tree trunks, fell like drunken giants onto the Uruk-hai below as they lost the support of the ropes.

In an instant, the Uruk-hai's assault momentum was interrupted once again.

After doing all this, Ino stood on the defense walls, holding his wand.

He had no time to deal with the remaining Uruk-hai.

Without the ladders and facing blocked drainage ditches, these Uruk-hai were just moving targets.

Now, he had to guard against Saruman, as one uncertainty remained. Was Saruman restricted from acting or preoccupied with something else?

This was not a baseless assumption but based on the original story, where Saruman took a non-resistant stance against the Ents' attack on Isengard. He allowed the flood and the Ents' assault, which was quite telling.

However, all of this was currently speculative based on the story.

Likewise, Ino knew that with his full power, even Helm's Deep's defense walls would not withstand it, let alone Saruman.

Defense was necessary. Even if it proved unnecessary in the end, he couldn't ignore it.

Thus, on the battlefield, he merely intervened occasionally, like destroying the ladders or covering the slope entrance of Hornburg with frost and conjuring butter on it.

But that was all. He did not divert his attention to the Uruk-hai's assault.

...

The battle in Helm's Deep continued fiercely.

The archers kept shooting, the elves maintaining their attack rhythm even under intense combat.

On Hornburg, the Rohirrim soldiers were becoming exhausted. Human stamina had its limits, and continuous bow-drawing left many with trembling arms, barely able to hold their longbows.

But these were minor issues. If they couldn't draw their bows, they had javelins, axes, flails, and stones...

Hornburg began throwing things, and in this intense battle, the atmosphere subtly shifted.

However, this made things difficult for the dwarf Gimli, who not only had little chance to shine but also had to jump to watch the battle because the parapet was too high.

Faced with the taunts of his friend Legolas, Gimli retorted without hesitation:

"When they come up, I'll show them the power of a dwarf's axe. In a frontal confrontation, I can take on ten, unlike some long-eared ones hiding and shooting arrows."

"But the fact is, you haven't killed even one!"

Despite the battle, Legolas precisely hit the sore spot, delivering another critical taunt.

"Ah!" Gimli roared, unfastened the battle axe from his back, and threw it at the Uruk-hai outside.

With great force, the heavy axe flew far.

"Oh! You've now killed one, I take back my previous words!" Legolas said teasingly after his next shot.

"But it's only one!"

...

The battle lasted from night until dawn.

The Uruk-hai outside Helm's Deep were nearly annihilated.

One had to admire Saruman for instilling such a die-hard spirit in the Uruk-hai; among the dark forces of Middle-earth, only the Uruk-hai could fight to the death so steadfastly.

The first light of dawn illuminated the valley and the Patronus gathered above it.

Suddenly, Ino seemed to sense something, looking up at the Patronus in the sky, where a figure was clearly moving within the silver mist.

Likewise, the black mist that had pervaded the valley all night now receded like a tide.

The terror between life and death caused the Boggart to undergo a significant change.

The thick black mist now had a curtain-like effect, covering everything it passed in darkness, blocking any light.

But soon, the mist returned to the shadows like swallows returning home.

When a white-clad knight appeared on the eastern slope, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

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