"Crucio! (Crucio)"
A voice twisted with extre hatred rang out, and pale lightning lit up the passageway, making it bright once again after the darkness caused by the disappearance of the Lumos charm. Harry instinctively jumped back, avoiding the Crucio curse that was like a poisonous tongue.
No, this space is too small; he must find a way to counterattack.
Wait, small space...
Looking at the ceiling embedded with bricks and stones above him, Harry took a deep breath and settled on his plan in his heart.
But Sirius on the opposite side wouldn’t give him more ti to think of a strategy. The mont the Crucio curse missed, his wand started waving again, and several large fragnts of stone on either side of the passage suddenly moved. Then, a dozen shriveled, pale hands broke through the soil, crawling out from the underground.
Inferi?!
Harry stared wide-eyed at the shriveled corpses twisting their bodies and charging toward him. He wasn’t too nervous—for a simple reason—in the Duel Club’s Dream Ga, Inferi were one of the most common monsters on the second level. Honestly, dealing with these didn’t even require the Weasley Twins’ strategy guide.
"Incendio! (Incendio)"
Without hesitation, Harry waved his wand, and scorching flas gushed out from between the wand, turning into fiery serpents that rampaged through the narrow passage. The Inferi that couldn’t dodge were twisted and deford the mont they caught fire, with the damp moisture evaporating away. These creations of Dark Arts, fearful of flas, twisted and turned into charred remains.
"Ha, is that all you’ve got? No wonder Voldemort died so fast. With useless subordinates like you, it’d be a joke if he succeeded."
Manipulating the flas towards Blake, Harry continued to launch ntal attacks, "You so-called ’elite’ Death Eaters, can’t even handle a little wizard like who’s not even graduated from third-year. What are the recruitnt criteria for Death Eaters? Literacy? Or maybe just knowing how to find the bathroom to take a dump?"
"Finite Incantatem. (Finite Incantatem)"
The flas were blocked by a white light mbrane, making a sizzling burning sound upon contact.
"Treasure the ti while your tongue is still in your mouth."
Sirius, with a taut face, forcefully flicked his wand, and the white light mbrane rapidly recoiled, carrying Harry’s own flas back towards him. Harry didn’t show panic. Seeing the indistinguishable flas in front of him, he first pointed his wand at himself—
"Impervius! (Impervius)"
After Hermione cast this practical charm, Harry took the ti to learn it as well.
Next, his actions didn’t pause, pointing his wand at the raging flas, "Aguanti! (Aguanti)"
The next mont, in stark contrast to the flas, a strong stream of water gushed fiercely from the wand. Originally, this was a charm taught in the sixth year at Hogwarts, but the Duel Club had taught it early. After all, a charm that can produce drinking water out of thin air is full of practicality.
Of course, as a Duel Club, they wouldn’t focus solely on practicality; William also boosted its power.
It can no longer be called "Aguanti," perhaps "Niagara" would be more appropriate.
In an instant, the surging water extinguished the flas that had lost their source. As the glowing flas were extinguished, the entire passageway plunged into darkness once again.
Now’s the ti, a good opportunity!
Seeing the figures gradually disappearing from his retina, Harry moved suddenly, not to flee, but to charge directly at Blake, raising his wand, "Deprimo! (Deprim)"
"Boom—"
A violent collision sounded. In the next mont, tons of soil and falling stones burst from the hole Harry blasted open, burying Sirius’s figure almost instantaneously. The man seed completely unprepared for this; he didn’t even have ti to let out a groan before disappearing into the earth.
"..."
"Lumos. (Lumos)"
The white micro light lit up, Harry gasping for air, staring at the heavy wall of dirt in front of him for a long ti, and finally confirming after a while that there was no more movent inside. The boy couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, the tense strings of his heart snapping at this mont.
It wasn’t until now that he finally had so sense of reality.
He... defeated Sirius Black? The sa Blake who, over ten years ago, killed countless Muggles in broad daylight? That assistant of the Dark Lord, Sirius Black?
A strong sense of unreality overwheld Harry. He instinctively looked down at his palm, seeing it covered in dirt. Just now, to avoid the collapsing soil, he had to roll away after casting the charm. Being close to cast due to unfamiliarity with the charm, as he couldn’t cast it silently.
Attempts to shorten the casting distance were necessary; after all, this move had to succeed the first ti. If the opponent beca cautious, he’d have to think of another way.
But just as Harry was catching his breath and relaxing his mood, a similarly pale hand, tinged with a hint of blue light, suddenly reached out from the earth wall in front of him and slapped hard on Harry’s forehead—"Slap!"
Harry, hit by the assault, instinctively jumped back, raising his wand, only to find that, for so reason, he couldn’t utter any charms.
He wanted to retreat further but realized he couldn’t cast spells nor move.
Wh-what’s going on?
Could it be that Sirius isn’t dead? Moreover, this strong?
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