You decide to run to the field but are soon swarmed by dozens of Blast-Ended Skrewts. Despite your and Neville's best efforts to fend them off, there are just too many. They jump forward at you with every blast from their rear, and you meet your end in the smell of rotten fish while being poked by their stingers and quickly losing blood by the female blood-suckers. The last sound you hear is Neville cursing Hagrid for creating such awful creatures. You will soon join your mother in the afterlife.
