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"{Confringo}! Travers, on your left!"
"I already saw! {Repulso}!"
"Co on, guys, they're just walking bones!"
"Yeah. Hurry up and smash these things!"
"I don't know if you noticed, but we are trying!"
"Then try harder!"
"Argh! {Bombarda}!"
"{Reducto}!"
"{Diffindo}!"
A rain of spells of all kinds lit up the graveyard, but it was useless.
Faced with the army of aggressive and uncontrollable skeletons, the Death Eaters — who until monts ago believed they had the entire situation under control — now found themselves at a disadvantage and in great danger.
What before was an unfair fight of 10 against 1, had now beco a fight of 10 against dozens.
Each Death Eater was facing at least 4 skeletons. And since they weren't really alive — being only bones reanimated by magic — it was nearly impossible to defeat them.
When a skeleton fell, it would stand back up perfectly fine in just a few monts. And if they were broken or destroyed by so spell, I only needed to cast a simple {Reparo} on them to bring them back into the fight.
"{Glacius}!" Malfoy froze a skeleton that attacked him, before taking a few steps back to distance himself from the others that approached.
In that brief instant where he gained so ti to breathe, he took the chance to look around, analyzing the current situation on the battlefield.
Seeing that he and his companions were in an unfavorable and critical position, where any mistake could result in a fatal wound — or even death — he couldn't help but frown, feeling the weight of the pressure.
"Shit! We can't go on like this... Nothing we do works against them!" Mulciber growled, dodging a pair of bony claws.
Knowing his longti friend was right, Malfoy couldn't contain his frustration, "Damn it!" he cursed, grinding his teeth.
But even though he was irritated and worried, his years of war experience kicked in. His experienced mind began to work, and with a calculating gaze, he quickly began to think of a strategy.
As he looked at all the fights taking place in the graveyard, his eyes unconsciously fell on , who was standing still, watching the battles with presumption and satisfaction.
That's when sothing clicked in his mind. He realized that he and the other Death Eaters had been focusing on the wrong target all this ti.
"In that case, the only thing we can do to stop these undead... is to defeat the one who controls them," he said, with a cold voice.
Hearing that, all the dark wizards paused for a second. Then, cruel smiles appeared on their faces, and they all turned their gazes toward .
'Heh...' I smiled inwardly as I felt those malicious looks.
The hair-gel lord might think I hadn't heard him, but I had. In fact, I was even wondering how long it would take until they realized that.
But I didn't care much about what they were saying or planning, because I had finally found the opening I had been waiting for.
In the direction I was looking, several ters away from , was Nott, facing a group of skeletons surrounding him.
There were more skeletons around him than around his companions, keeping him in a tense and problematic situation.
Because he was so busy and so far from , he stopped for a mont paying attention to my actions, fully focused on his own battle and survival.
'This is the ti...' I thought, with an excited and expectant look.
Quickly calculating the distance between him and , I slightly bent my knees. The muscles in my legs contracted, strengthening and gathering force and even magic.
Then, staring at that dark wizard — a despicable, abusive and cowardly father — with feelings of repulsion and anger, I dashed forward at great speed.
Driven by my superhuman physical attributes and my magical enhancent, I tore through the battlefield like a bullet. To others, I was nothing more than a fleeting shadow, followed by the whistling of the wind as it was cut.
In just a few monts I crossed the graveyard, arriving at Nott's side. And without wasting ti, I swung my wand toward him.
But I underestimated his reflexes and instincts. As soon as he felt sothing beside him, he turned with his wand in hand, imdiately casting a cutting spell at .
My eyes narrowed, and stopping the enchantnt that was on the tip of my tongue, I redirected his spell with my wand.
When Nott saw that the one attacking him was , and not another skeleton, he tensed.
But when he realized he had managed to stop my attack, he felt relieved and even a little smug.
'Idiot,' I thought, feeling his stupid arrogance erging.
I knew my first attack would probably fail, but unfortunately for that unscrupulous wizard, that was exactly what I wanted... To fail in my attack so he would lower his guard for a second.
'Got you,' I thought, my eyes shining fiercely.
While Nott reveled in the presumption that he had blocked yet another of my attacks, I raised my free hand and extended it toward him.
Looking at the outstretched hand right in front of his face, the Death Eater blinked in confusion, wondering if I would now try to physically attack him.
In response to his confused look, I ford a weapon with my hand — my thumb raised, and my index and ring fingers pointing at him.
Then, staring deep into the eyes of that supremacist and racist wizard, I lowered my thumb.
"Pow!" I smiled coldly.
As soon as I did that, from the tip of my fingers a cyan ray shot out.
Nott, who wasn't expecting to cast spells without a wand so easily, widened his eyes.
He took a step back in panic as he tried to raise his wand, wanting to sohow defend himself.
But this ti he wasn't so lucky. My spell was point-blank, so even though he tried to defend himself, he was still hit.
Unfortunately, the step he took caused the spell not to hit him directly, striking only his elbow.
*Boom!*
*Crack!*
An explosion sounded, followed by a snap, the muffled noise of sothing falling to the ground, and finishing with an enormous scream of pain.
"AAAAAAAARGH!" Nott fell to his knees on the ground, putting his left hand on his right arm... Or at least he tried to.
As soon as he put his hand on his injured limb, he realized sothing was wrong.
He felt an extre pain that dominated him. He felt a lot of blood falling into his hand, staining his black clothes.
But beyond that, he felt that sothing was missing. In the place where his arm should be, he felt emptiness.
Stunned, he almost chanically turned his face to the right, and the sight that greeted him made his blood run cold and his face turn pale.
"N-no... It's not p-possible..." he stamred in a murmur, completely incredulous.
He tried to move his arm and his fingers, but he didn't feel the sa sensation as before... In fact, he felt nothing.
And it was obvious why, since his arm was at that mont lying on the ground beside him, bloody and separated from his body.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT!" he cursed nonstop. And whether it was from pain, panic or disbelief, I didn't know.
Seeing this, my eyes showed no pity or remorse, only coldness and a sadistic sense of mission accomplished.
"What's wrong, Nott? Do you need a hand there?" I couldn't help but mock him.
In response, I received a look full of hatred, rage and a hint of fear he tried to suppress.
"You... YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he scread, grinding his teeth so hard it seed they might break.
Watching his fury and feeling his uncontrolled emotions, I felt satisfied. I had finally dealt a heavy blow to Nott.
This was my way of avenging Theo and his mother... But this was only the beginning of the tornt for this weak and despicable man.
End.
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