Chapter 53.4- Doom Days

“Try it again and they will be mopping up what remains of you” I said, seething. She seemed taken aback by my visible rage but instead of dialing it back, I leaned into it.. Drawing closer to her, we met eyes again and I shoved myself into her mind with all the subtlety of a baby in an airplane. She was reeling, scrambling to raise her own shields. She was better than her brother it was clear. When my probe broke against her mind, it became clear that she was better than even I was.

And now she knew it, straightening to stare down at me imperiously. A mistake. I did not need to enter your mind to cause damage. I took all the rage I felt, every drop of it and forced it against her shield. She bent over, weathering it. As she did so, I turned back to the duel even as I found myself unable to concentrate on it.

“You’re a monster” I heard her whisper on m direction, but did nothing but internally scoff. I’d love to show her what a monster could do with a wand in his hands. My prayers went unanswered as the duel ended, and the next set of names revealed themselves. Thankfully for my patience, one of the names was mine. The only issue was that the name I was matched against was most definitely not hers. I turned, searching the roomweith my gaze until I found the one person standing and staring at me. All things being equal, that was most definitely my opponent. She looked like ir as well. I gave her a nod, one that she returned.

She turned, leaving the room and I did the same. When I opened the door of the competitors box, I found that she had waited for me at the entrance.

“Harry Potter. The boy who cannot be killed, yes?” She asked. The translation enchantments around the city were so good that I cold not even detect the faintest sense of an accent. Where the Chinese girl had made an attempt to speak English, this one did not. She spoke her mother tongue with the casual expectation that it would be understood. That kind of confidence wouldn’t have come from the wards here. We hadn’t been here for long enough. No, more likely, she had both grown up and lived somewhere that using her mothertongue was not an issue.

“The boy who lived is a more accurate depiction. I am quite mortal, I fear” I said with my most charming smirk. She tossed her blonde hair behind her back, revealing even more of her face. Her skin was pale like she saw the sun once a blue moon and even then it was optional. She was beautiful though, that much was obvious. Her pronounced cheekbones, tall frame, and blue eyes didn’t give her much of a choice in he matter.

“A shame. I would have loved to test that out. So I must hold back so you do not die, yes?”