Chapter 32.3- Doom Days

I dove into the water, and began to flap my feet to orient myself. I placed my wand flat on my palm before silently casting the point-me spell for Hermione. Even before I’d looked into the crowd and found her absent, I knew she would be the one chosen. If Dumbledore had been using her to spy on me and then noticed we had fallen out, this would be just the thing he would do to bring us back together without having to move a finger of his own. That was the kind of manipulation he favoured— the one where he got other people to do his dirty work for him without even telling them to do it, making it seem like it was their idea. When the wand pointed straight ahead, I smiled before pointing my wand behind myself and using one of the elemental spells I’d learned to shoot a jet of water straight behind me that shot me forwards at great speeds.

When the spell ran its course after three minutes, I cast another point-me, and noted that I had to turn East now. I did this two more times until I noticed that I had come to a stop in the middle of some reeds so dense that I struggled to see the other side. I didn’t even need to hear the Girndylow screech to notice its presence as it jumped for me. I shot it with a piercing hex instantly, sending the dead creature flying backwards, floating through the water as it leaked blood from a coin sized hole in its head. Of course, Grindylow never hunted alone, so when one grabbed at my foot, I did not jolt in surprise, but kicked it coldly, knocking it off before landing another piercing hex.

The next two came from in front of me, and I sent an overpowered bludgeoner that was wide enough to turn the both of them into one large bruise. One grabbed a hold of my back and bit down. I scowled at the pain before I reached behind me with my right hand, wrenched the bugger off and stabbed my wand into his mouth. Its head exploded around me, coating the water I swam in in red. More were coming, I noted. I scowled, having to abandon my initial plan of just killing them before casting another point-me. I picked a random direction and shot there instead. This time I allowed the spell die out in a minute when I felt something bite into my torso. The grindylow that had managed to attach itself to me as I sped past never got to regret its actions for long as I dragged it off and neatly bisected it in two parts.

I considered stopping to do what I could to heal the wounds I’d sustained but disregarded the thought. Grindylow bites weren’t poisonous and those things had small fangs so the bloodlust would be minimal. And then there was the fact that I didn’t have forever to finish this task.