The Tundra Rout: Folly at the Frozen Wastes

ROUND 1 OF 4

Four million high schoolers in dented armour trudge across the snow, breath frosting, medieval swords raised in uncertain unison. Before they've marched two hundred metres, the first volley of Stupefy spells crackles across the tundra—three thousand teenagers collapse like felled timber, and the second rank watches their mates simply vanish in bursts of transmutation magic.

ROUND 2 OF 4

The horde tries to advance through blizzard-thick spell-fire, but Dumbledore raises his wand and the ground beneath the vanguard crystallises into sheets of ice; hundreds slip, scatter, and pile into each other whilst the ancient wizard gestures lazily and entire columns simply freeze mid-stride, their weapons clattering useless to the snow. The Hogwarts third-years chant Shield Charm in coordinated waves, laughing as stray arrows bounce harmlessly off shimmering barriers.

ROUND 3 OF 4

Desperate clusters of high schoolers finally claw their way through the magical deluge, closing to within striking distance—but Dumbledore simply vanishes, Apparating behind the rear guard, and begins Transfiguring approaching clusters into snowdrifts and ice sculptures. The teenage warriors' morale shatters like frozen glass; thousands begin weeping, dropping their swords, fleeing blindly into the blizzard.

ROUND 4 OF 4

In the final, bitter minutes, the survivors stumble forward in a last ragged assault, their courage long since turned to panic. A single Petrificus Totalus from the Headmaster locks the last coherent group in place, whilst the Hogwarts students calmly cast Incendio at the remaining clusters—the tundra becomes a graveyard of blackened armour and the acrid stench of defeat.

» Dumbledore lowers his wand as the final teenage soldier crumples to ash and snow, the victory so complete it barely warranted a second spell.