Chapter 52.4- Doom Days

Mist flowed from his wand, encircling two of my snakes and I watched, fully enraptured, as both creatures were torn from my control, smashing their heads into each other as they began to fight. The small pack of wolves I’d transfigured only fared a little better. Natural pack hunters with the instincts imbued in the at creation, I watched as they encircled their quarry, my opponent. Two of them were never in his view at the same time and he had to constantly turn this way and that to keep getting glimpses of them as they moved.

I snapped my fingers and the one directly behind him jumped in first. The other two— on either side of him jumped at a him nary a second later. He moved like water, weaving through all three of them almost like his feet did not need to be on the ground for him to walk. He tore the pone that attacked first’s head apart with a savage twist of his wand. Blood and brain matter splatted. Another took a curse to the chest that dropped it to the ground, dead before it even hit the floor, and the third was sent flying into the midst of the clashing giant snakes.

My birds shot down now, disrupting his vision and pecking at his hands and arms. I took a breath and brought my magic to bear. The assembled debris from my first blasting curse would not be enough. I sent two more into the ground even as I watched my flock die quickly and surely. Their number had dropped down to six.

I gathered the debris together, using my magic to create the shape in my mind’s eye, anreven more of tit to breathe life into the shape. Two left, I thought to myself or my birds as I commanded the remainder to veer away. Barreto turned to attack them as they fled, b ut his attention was stolen by the trumpet from my newest creature’s trunk. An elephant. Man actually looked like he would piss himself as the giant creature bore down on him. He moved to fire a piercing curse and with a flex of my will, grey hide turned to brown stone. The spell pierced said stone but failed to do much damage before that as the elephant crossed the distance in a matter of seconds. He rolled between the creature’s legs, getting underneath it. He lifted his wand, curse on his lips. That was when my birds struck again.

One beak straight into his wand arm while the other stabbed into his side. He screamed in pain, and I put him out of his misery with an old favourite. “Expelliamus” I took pleasure in declaring. The red bolt of magic hit him and sent him flying ass over teakettle as he went off the platform and into the grass. I caught his wand, victorious smirk in place and not likely to be going anywhere any time soon.