Chapter 42.5- Doom Days

I scowled and with a thought fire bloomed into being. I incinerated my own creations before they could get more than a few steps close to me. I turned to the ghost and fired a spell that just posed through its incorporeal form.

“Nuh uh, utsy bitsy Potter. No cheating. Play Peevesees game” He sang, floating about to a different end of the hallway. At those words, the knights began to approach again. I mentally took stock of what I had to keep track of. Peeves had some of his water balloons left, and if Tom Riddle’s memories were anything to go by then those balloons could be filled with anything from water to acid. Then there were the suits of armour. Their weapons could cause massive damage. And then there were those shields, spelled to reflect magic. It was a stroke of genius by the organizers, I had to admit it.

Recruiting the Poltergeist to do their dirty work. The only issue with that was that there was only a single fucking Peeves about and if he was here with me then the other Champions were guaranteed to be having an easier time than I was. That caused some irritation to bubble up in my stomach, but when did I lament silly things like fairness and the odds. I am Doom. I am the difference maker, the tipping point, the final boss.

This— this silly ghost was nothing but a distraction. I slashed my wand from one side to another and brought a storm of wind into being that pushed all the knights to my left backwards a few steps at a time until I roared and brought even more of my magic to bear. Then they were flying down the hallway, off into the distance. For the next set, the ones to my right, I turned the ground beneath them into quicksand with a single transfiguration.

And then with a twirl of my wand, I brought the black flames of House Black to bear, focusing my wrath, hatred, and desire for the things that stood in my path to just stop fucking existing. It went for the Knights and just as expected, Peeves moved in their direction to stop the spell and I took my chance, nailing him with a spell that passed through him. The poltergeist turned in my direction to gloat and never managed to react as the black flames stopped heading towards the Knight and looped back in his direction. He noticed of course, but instead of dodging, he tried to turn incorporeal, and his scream brought pleasure to my ears as he shot backwards.

The creature did not even turn around as it fled the hallway, the knights falling, the suits of armour losing their animation as he fled. Good riddance, I thought.