Chapter. 65.3- Doom Days

XXXXX- HARRY J POTTER

Well, I hadn’t expected her last gasp to be quite so drastic. She was clearly working with more mojo than it seemed. Its arms shot from the ground first, even as the ground vibrated. I turned to the referee, pointing at her obviously unconscious form. He looked at her, and then pointed at the obviously forming golem. I tilted my head, gesturing at her. She was clearly gone. There was no reason for me not to be declared the winner right then and there.

But then he spoke into his wrist, and I had a bad feeling. Because if the Philosopher’s stone formed from strong emotions, and the stronger the emotions the better, what would be more exciting than a duel that seemed over suddenly continuing. Just like expected, the referee received his order, and then pointed for mr to continue the fight with the golem. It was a massive thing made of earth. Easily a couple dozen feet tall. Each of its arms thicker than my whole body, and its core as thick as I was tall.

And then its head began to form. It was the visage of a woman, somehow. Just the carved face. There were no other indications of feminism, its body was amorphous and only humanoid in that it had two hands, a head, and two legs. Everything else was just red stone.

The woman’s face turned in my direction, the flat lips turning and reshaping into a scowl with the sound of creaking stone. It lumbered one step forward, and then punched in my direction.

A punch that had its entire hand shoot of straight at me. I rolled to the side, returning to my feet with a pep in my step as I ran to the side. The hand shot back to the rest of the arm, reattaching itself with a plop while it stepped in my direction again. I aimed a blasting curse at one of its knees and it tore a chunk of stone off it, but not enough. The detached stones froze in the middle of their flight to the ground before reattaching themselves to the knee.

Self-repair in addition to self-piloting. Very serious mojo this girl had been working with. Another step, and then the golem bent at the waist, slamming a hand right where I had been standing. I danced backwards even as I almost lost my footing from the way the ground shook once its palm landed. I ran forwards, climbing on to the palm as the golem began to lift its arm again. I used a sticking charm on my shoes to avoid losing my balance, and then when it had brought me high enough, I sent an acid curse at its left eye. There was no chance it felt pain, made of stone as it was, but it reacted like it did, moving its other hand to swat me down.

I formed a rune faster than I ever had, and then sent a blasting curse through it.