Chapter. 33.6- Doom Days
Added 2025-05-06 05:17:52 +0000 UTCHe sent a series of spells and I spun my wand in a circle, creating a spinning mage shield that deflected the spells, still feeling the effects of all my magic expenditure before I retaliated with a spell chain that was at least 11 spells long. None of them were especially powerful, but they were quick to cast, and they at least kept Voldy busy deflecting nuisances, his pride not allowing him to do the logical thing here, and eat a tooth growing hex or whatever as the cost for managing to stop my casting and maybe even it me with one of his own spells. I tried to recall all the things that led me here. The black flames helped with that as well. Ekrizdis. He created the tunnel I had been in. So how was I now fighting in a forest. I had no recollection of the journey between one and the other.
Voldemort sent another series of spells in my direction but I jumped to the side while trying to think through what had happened. My vision had turned topsy turvy, and my reaction had been to send magic in its direction? That was silly. If this was an illusion, then the only logical solution was occlumency. I closed my eyes, allowing the moment to pass me. I heard spells and whatnot head in my direction, but cared not. I was right, I knew it. This wasn’t real. I’d been in an illusion since I’d killed those critters. Maybe even since before then. When I walked into the tunnel? When I took a turn? It was impossible to trae when it began, but I knew this would be where it ended.
I cleared my mind, and then cleared it again. No thoughts, no emotions, nothing. Tom Riddle had been an unmatched prodigy in the mind arts. With that talent, it took me seconds to find the influence on my head, and even less to toss it out now that I knew it was there. I opened my eyes to see the shadowy wraith fleeing my form. I scowled and stabbed my wand in its direction.
My overpowered blasting curse tore it to pieces before I could even guess at what creature it was.
