Harry Potter: The Bard of Hogwarts

The first rays of morning sunlight spread over the land.

The Morin Creek camp was alive with noise, though it was limited to the restless neighing of horses.

All the Rohirrim knights silently donned their chainmail armor.

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The White City.

Once the resplendent capital of Gondor, it was now engulfed in smoke and fire.

Countless orcs from Mordor, towering trolls, siege engines clad in iron, catapults, and even the Witch-king of Angmar on his fell beast filled the scene.

Despite the overwhelming number of orcs, Gondor exhibited fierce resilience. Even when the gates were breached, the unique structure of Minas Tirith allowed the defenders to retreat and fight layer by layer.

In the outer city, on the third level, Gandalf wielded his sword in one hand and his staff in the other, killing several orcs in quick succession. He scanned the battlefield around him.

Everywhere, there was slaughter: weary Gondorian soldiers and countless frenzied orcs. Despite the disparity in numbers, these soldiers fought relentlessly, as if determined to build an unbreakable wall with their own flesh and blood.

...

Amid the intense battle at the white City, a lone rider from Rohan appeared on the horizon.

Moments later, a cloud of dust rose, and the ground trembled as five thousand well-equipped Rohirrim riders came into view.

The flag of Rohan fluttered in the wind.

King Théoden of Rohan took in the battlefield at a glance and immediately drew his sword.

This act seemed to be a signal. All the Rohirrim prepared for the charge, tilting their sharp lances. From horseback, this angle was perfect to pierce the throats of orcs, avoiding their hard skulls.

Under the cover of dark clouds, Minas Tirith presented a bleak beauty.

Despite facing an army of orcs many times their size, the Rohirrim showed no fear. A silent emotion spread among them, a loyalty to an ancient oath.

When this emotion reached its peak, Ino also drew his wand.

"Solarium!"

A warm and sacred dawn light shone from the tip of his wand.

Riding a broom, Ino charged toward the orc army with his wand held high.

From their elevated position, the defenders of Gondor witnessed an awe-inspiring sight.

A faint dawn light, like a flickering oil lamp in a stormy night, bravely flew towards the mass of orcs.

Simultaneously, the horn of Rohan's charge sounded, and the five thousand elite riders began their first acceleration.

The thunderous sound of hooves was deafening, and the charging riders formed a torrent, like a sharp sword aimed straight at the orc ranks.

At the forefront, Ino sensed something. The dark clouds cast by Sauron suddenly parted, and a beam of real sunlight shone on his wand.

What was originally dawn before sunrise now became a vast morning sun.

Unlike Saruman's Uruk-hai, regular orcs naturally feared sunlight. Now, a small sun seemed to rise above them, causing their hastily formed defenses to fall apart.

Realizing this, Ino changed his strategy. Originally planning to head straight for the Witch-king of Angmar, he now hovered above the orc army, using his wand to direct the sunlight, aiding the Rohirrim charge.

As for offensive spells, Ino understood Gandalf's feeling: using magic under observation was like playing death metal at a classical concert.

The era of humans would be heralded by humans.

Though unable to intervene directly, Ino decided to do more while under this attention, thanks to Fëanor's insatiable appetite for their food.

"Expecto Patronum!"

In the sacred sunlight, a brilliant silver light emerged.

Moments later, a blue whale over twenty feet long appeared, swimming gracefully as if in the ocean despite being in the sky.

The Blue Whale Patronus.

After the Battle of Helm's Deep, it reappeared in Middle-earth.

Fish and birds are special; they represent freedom, as they can move up and down, unlike land creatures that are limited to back and forth, left and right.

This is why they are seen as symbols of freedom in Eastern philosophy, leading to the legend of the great fish transforming into a bird.

Seeing the shape of his Patronus for the first time, Ino felt at peace, accepting that different creatures can have similar connections.

Now, the twenty-foot blue whale swam behind the orc army. The Patronus' inherent suppression of darkness prevented the orc archers from shooting.

Without the orc archers' suppression, the Rohirrim's charge was even more powerful.

"Boom!"

When the first charging knight broke into the orc ranks, the outcome was inevitable.

In the age of cold weapons, cavalry had a significant advantage over infantry. Even against a larger force, a few charges could easily decimate the enemy.

As the situation stabilized, Ino noticed that the sunlight was no longer confined to his wand but bathed the Rohirrim below and the broken Minas Tirith.

However, he failed to notice the blue whale Patronus also emitting a different light under the sunlight.

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On the ground, the battle raged fiercely.

The siege of Minas Tirith was extremely brutal, but the arrival of reinforcements boosted the morale of the Gondorian defenders.

In the sky, Ino, on his broom, spotted a flying figure from afar.

"Sectumsempra!"

The half-blood prince's signature spell, the Invincible Cutting Charm, aimed not at the Witch-king of Angmar but at his fell beast.

Aerial combat is more advantageous than ground combat.

As the Witch-king, Angmar was familiar with dark powers. Though he couldn't see the attack, the curse's presence made him swing his sword instinctively.

"Clang~ Sizzle..."

The Invincible Cutting Charm, usually unstoppable, was easily blocked.

But Ino was not disappointed. He never expected a single spell to defeat the Witch-king.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The Killing Curse's distinctive green light shot from his wand.

With the ground filled with Rohirrim riders, many large-scale spells were unsuitable, as they might harm the allies more than the enemies.

The Witch-king, sensing the notorious Killing Curse, didn't swing his sword but made his fell beast dodge nimbly.

The scene became quite intriguing: Ino, on his broom, continually cast spells, while the Witch-king either parried or dodged them, leading to a stalemate.

However, this stalemate didn't last long.

On the ground, Gandalf had long noticed their duel.

Seeing neither able to gain the upper hand, the white-robed Maia glanced at the battle sword in his hand and, without hesitation, threw it into the sky.

The sword's trajectory aimed directly at Ino on his broom.

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