Chapter 52.6- Doom Days

“That’s your name called, Harry” Sirius noted. I nodded n his direction as I made my way outside again. This was my third duel. My first and second had passed so quickly after each other that I never even got the chance to make it up here. Now this on was coming after I only got a few minutes of spotty rest. Luckily, I still had plenty in the tank. Multiple duels in quick succession would probably tire me out if I endednup matched. Against even semi-competent duelists over and over again.

My next opponent was Asian. Zhang Weihao, his name tag read. I jumped on to the platform and he immediately bowed. I returned the bow, straightening up to look at him. Unlike most of the people here who had hit their maturity, Zhang Weihao was just like I was— physically at least. A teenager. Fifteen, maybe sixteen years old at best.

The referee started the duel, our eyes met, and I almost recoiled as I felt a lance stab straight into my mind. Before Voldemort, I would have fallen to the attack, caught off guard like I was. Now though, my occlumency was always waiting.

I cleared my mind, deflecting his mental probe and returning it with one of my own. His shields held my probe back as I forced myself against it over and over again.

His wand moved in the physical plane. I twisted to the side. I did not even see the spell I dodged, but I could see the smirk on my opponent’s face as he forced me from his mind. He began another assault on my own shields. I allowed him through even as I cleared my mind of all thought. He tried forcing probing concepts into my mind. As if! I’d beaten Voldemort himself at this game. Speaking of Voldemort, I had an idea. I took a hold of his probe as I felt his emotional control slip as his frustration began to get to him.

I shut the metaphysical doors behind him as I dragged him kicking and screaming into the memory of Voldemort torturing me at the graveyard. I blurred the rest of the details. Instead, leaving only the pain as my nerves were ripped apart, and then played it on a loop.

I did nothing to him. Only one spell had passed between us to the causal observer. Still, he fell to his knees, tears running down his eyes. When I decided he had had enough, I snapped him back to his own mind. A second later, his wand was in my grip.

“Winner Potter”