Chapter 61.1- Doom Days

It sounded like a gong being rung, the sound my spells made as they blasted his mage shield to pieces. Not even seconds after he dared me to bring my best to bear, and he was already backpedaling. I had a theory. I had power to spare. I wasn’t just the magical power and potential of a single person. I was two. Doom had offered intellect and other skills, but no magic. Tom Riddle and Harry Potter had bee the ones to offer their magic to this combined being. And neither of them were lacking when it came to magic.

Even at fourteen, Potter had enough power to put 80% of full grown wizards and witches to shame when it came to his power. Riddle on the other hand was already in the top 2% of what this world had to offer when it came to magic by the time he made his first horcrux, but that wasn’t what he had offered. I took everything from Riddle from before he made the horcrux in terms of knowledge, but I took the silver of magic he had left to guard the horcrux, and that was magic from a fully realised Dark Lord at the height of his powers.

Considering he had lost his entire physical form and needed years to recover enough to become anything close to a threat, it was more than likely that he had left all— or at least a substantial amount of magic behind. My guess was somewhere around 50%. So long story short, I had magic to spare. Even when I had gone through the second task, the only time I’d been tired was after being drained by the dream eater, and from what I had found out, most people didn’t survive more than a minute under the thing. I’d gone for a few, and then still had enough magic to finish the rest of the task one my own terms.

So that was the power that Volkov had so arrogantly called out. And he was going to feel it today. I sent piercing hexes, each one the size of my head where they could have ben the size of bullets with regular amounts of magic channeled into them. He rolled to the side, avoiding the spells wholesale. He countered with a barrage of spells of his own. I slashed my wand through the air, bringing my magic to bear.

The shield practically shook the air with the power that had gone into its formation. None of his spells even managed to so much as pressure it. He ripped up even more rubble in my direction. I banished it straight back at him. His shield allowed him avoid most of them, even as some of the rubble proved too fast and peppered his frame.