Chapter 76.3- Doom Days

What were the odds? He was predicting my next spell so well that it was like he could see the future. Was that it then? Mask divination as probabilistic study. Good to get me focused on the wrong things, trying to vary my spell choices and overthinking everything when I was just facing someone who had the ability to see the future.

I needed some way to test that. To see if he was truly predicting my next spells based on studying me or if he could just divine what I was going to do next. Of course, I had no idea what I would do if it turned out the latter rather than the former was true. How did you even beat someone who could see what you were about to do? Make it so it doesn’t matter, maybe.

I stepped to the side of a disarmer and countered with an organ rupturing curse. This time he shielded against the curse. That was one point in favour of my first theory. I’d never used anything that dark in this tournament or even during the tri-wizard. Of course there was no way for him to see it coming, Well, this was all assuming that he wasn’t doing this to get me into some false sense of security that he could take advantage of later on.

Fuck it. There was nothing for it. I followed the organ rupturing curse with a blood boiling, and then a blood freezing curse cast so quickly that he had only the time to strengthen his shield before the two dark spells hit. And then I was there with a skin liquefying curse that he barely managed to dodge out of the way of. I followed it up with a Romanian flaying curse. This one he deflected. Ooh, I could see him getting on his back foot now.

“Did you seriously think that what I showed off in the tournament was my end all be all?” I asked, near chuckling at the thought.

“Pardon me if I didn’t expect a fourteen year old to be showing off Romanian flaying curses” He spat back from his position to the side.

“Like it? I’ve got a bit more where that came from” I said, and then sent an Egyptian desiccation curse for good measure. He rolled along the ground, managing to avoid that one as it hit the ground and the stones around it began to dry and crack.

“You’re not Harry Potter. No matter what you or your Godfather say, there is no way you managed to learn all these in a year. Who the hell are you?”

“Aren’t you paying attention, Russo? I am your Doom.” I said with a grand chuckle. He tried a cutting curse, and I flicked it back in his direction before following it up with one of my own. He shielded both, and then was sent flying by a bombardment spell.

He rolled backwards, finding his feet again.