Chapter 56.5- Doom Days

“Bu-but the boy is your enemy.” She tried.

“Yes, and he is a wizard. That means he is worth more than every single one of your kind combined. The fact that your pig of a husband would be so bold as to place his hands on a wizard. On magical blood. I find myself struggling to control my rage, Petunia.” The Dark Lord said, and Lucius tried hi best not to gasp in shock. His Lord was most definitely using legilimency to rifle through the muggles minds at will. So that meant what he was saying was true, These muggles. They’d mistreated the boy who lived. The last Potter. They’d put him in a cupboard and dared to beat him? His Lord was right. Whatever animosity they had with Potter did not matter. Potter was a wizard, and that meant something. The thought that muggles would dare. His blood was boiling already. How had Dumbledore, the damn old fool, allowed this?

This was precisely what the Death Eaters fought against. Muggles in their cruel jealousy could never be given power over wizards. They out bee relegated to serving, where they belonged, not daring to have charge over a wizard of all things.

“Now, Petunia, I want you to scream for me” His Lord said before lashing out with his wand.

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The girl was quick on her feet, I thought. Even with the ritual, I was becoming certain that I would struggle to beat her in a contest of pure speed. It was impressive the way she weaved not just through spells but through all sorts of obstacles. I had expected her to fall off steeply once we got to the last sixteen, but she was shockingly holding her own very well. I was no longer besieged by thoughts the second I opened myself up in the competitor’s box so it meant everyone at this level had some amount of occlumency training.

I expected she would lose to an opponent whose moves she could not predict with unearthly accuracy in a matter of seconds. The duel was already going on for close to three minutes now. Her opponent wasn’t a slouch either. He brought to bear an interesting combination of skills— charms and elemental transfiguration, more specifically earth elemental magic. He had stilled the sandstorm around them with a breath and then expanded the platform outsides with some sort of open space expansion charm that stretched the battlefield to give the both of them more space, and then he used that increased space to his advantage, with waves of his wand, he lifted whole sections to form walls, fences, all sort =s of barriers in an instant, and used them to great effect in penning in the Asian witch.

In contrast, she was forced to jump tis way and that continuously retreating from his attempts to close hr down. His previous duels had passed much more quickly, but I did note that the last time he had almost gotten caught by surprise by his opponent because of the side of the platform— he’d managed to get right in front of him and had only missed his stunner by a hair’s breadth.