At that moment, time seemed to slow down, and Harry seemed to see Pettigrew's distorted, sickly, and resolute smile.
Bang—
Pettigrew was dragged to the other side, and at the same time, Ron was pulled away, along with his scream.
Ron's palm appeared in Pettigrew's mouth.
Ron instinctively pulled his hand back, blood splattering everywhere. Harry quickly looked and saw a bloody gash on Ron's palm.
A piece of flesh had been bitten off clean.
Harry quickly pulled Ron back, pointing his wand at his palm: "Vulnera Sanentur!"
"Stupefy—" Snape's spell landed on Pettigrew.
"The final remnant of good, offered with the Master's blood as a medium, chasing darkness, willing to descend into the abyss—"
Black flames appeared on his body, burning through his clothes, and in the center of his chest, an ancient rune loop emerged.
"Snape, you forced me. You wanted to kill me, you forced me!!" Pettigrew laughed hoarsely.
"Let me show you the power the Master bestowed upon me."
"Stupefy—Petrificus Totalus—Sectumsempra—" Spells rapidly appeared from Snape's hand.
However, as soon as the spells approached, the black magical flames actively surged forward. At the same time, these flames quickly engulfed his entire body.
Crack—clatter—
The chains formed by Transfiguration were burned red. He slightly swelled his body, straining them until they broke, then returned to his original form, falling to the ground as shattered stones.
Seeing that his spells were useless, Snape produced a potion bottle and threw it at Peter. At the same time, sharp spikes rose from the ground, as if to impale him.
The glass bottle shattered, and smoke burst out.
Harry also quickly tried to drag Hermione and Ron behind him, drawing his sword with his right hand.
From within the mist, a figure suddenly rushed out, its skin looking as if it had been corroded by strong acid, its face terrifyingly hideous, and the magical fire around it seemed greatly suppressed within the smoke.
He rushed towards Ron, his expression frantic.
"Kill you, as long as I kill you—"
The magical flames rapidly and purposefully attacked the group.
Snape transformed into black mist and sped towards the children.
Between engaging with Pettigrew and protecting the children, he unhesitatingly chose the latter!
Ropes, curtains, iron chains, sharp spikes… continuously transformed and struck at him, but they were all burned away by the surrounding magical flames.
Harry waved his wand: "Protego—"
However, the magical flames simply pierced through it as if burning through a piece of paper, directly attacking Ron.
Harry turned sideways, flames erupting from his greatsword, wanting to counteract the magical flames while simultaneously striking Pettigrew with his sword.
However, the fiercely burning black magical flames only attacked Ron, completely disregarding their attacks.
Behind, Hermione pulled Ron back, raised her hand, and the Norbert's Ring on her hand quickly flashed.
However, at this moment, Ron only had time to see the long hair fluttering in the corner of his eye.
How could he accept a girl standing in front of him!
"Get out of the way!" Ron pushed Hermione away: "He wants to kill me!"
…
After the strike, only blood quickly evaporating in the air remained, and—magical flame claws piercing Ron's chest.
The light of life rapidly faded from the boy's eyes…
"Avada Kedavra—" Snape's spell flew out like lightning, but Pettigrew's plump body dodged with unnatural speed.
Accompanying the death of the "Master" who had accompanied him and cared for him, even more monstrous flames erupted from his body.
"Power—immense power—" He laughed maniacally, seemingly savoring the power.
A volatile light pulsed within his body; the sheer magnitude of this power even vaguely exceeded the limit his body could bear.
Then, his short stature, indifferently raised his head to look at the others.
At the same time, he raised a wand—Ron's wand.
That was Harry! His longsword was now incredibly hot, and Harry's hands were lacerated; these were the injuries the magical flames had inflicted on him just now.
However, it had no effect on Pettigrew.
"This is the Dark Lord's power!" Peter said flatly.
"You've absolutely gone mad… your mind isn't clear at all." Harry waved his wand with his other hand, but even with all his might, he could barely hold the wand.
"Vulnera Sanentur—" Behind him, Hermione continuously waved her wand at Ron, but by now his abdominal organs were charred.
"Potter! Get out, take them and leave here quickly!!"
Snape stood in front of the children, and Norbert appeared beside him, also blocking the children.
At the same time, Snape held two potion bottles between the fingers of his right hand, a method not seen during his previous Duelling Club performance.
Pettigrew, this fellow, was definitely in an abnormal state. That unstable magic, rather than being a sacrifice or a special magical power, was more like an explosive.
A walking explosive.
Although Harry didn't have Snape's sharp eyes, he could sense Pettigrew's pathological state at this moment, and immediately felt an even stronger desire to stay away from the Dark Arts.
Pettigrew merely waved his wand, ignoring the two's attacks.
"Avada Kedavra—"
Green light appeared at the tip of the wand.
No, not just the wand tip—but all parts of the wand; it seemed the wand simply couldn't withstand this power, shattering inch by inch.
Only at this moment, looking at the cracking wand, did Peter realize something…
A deafening explosion erupted throughout the entire corridor. The moment before the flames arrived, Harry only had time to turn around and pull Hermione into his arms…
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