0435 Desperate Situation (Large Chapter)

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0435 Desperate Situation (Large Chapter) Before Harry could object, Sirius, like a lone wolf, charged out towards the dark wizards. A violent explosion erupted between Sirius and the three Dark wizards, and countless debris and shards of stone flew in all directions like deadly projectiles. Charlie's reaction was one step faster - his burly arms firmly restrained Harry, who had tried to rush out to help Sirius, as an invisible shield froze all the fragments in midair. "Sys and I'll deal with this Sirius. Melanov, you go control Harry Potter," the tallest of the three dark wizards said brazenly, not caring who heard. "With that little brat in our hands, I'm sure he'll surrender." Sirius, who had jumped onto the steps in an attempt to occupy the high ground, looked very pale. He was afraid that Bill and Charlie could not cope with the onslaught, so he hurried back towards Harry. But before he could take a step, two spells with tricky angles were already attacking his face and knees. A gust of evil wind suddenly whipped up, and two radiant floral halos blossomed around Sirius, who waved his arms like whips, making his tanned face look extremely pale. Harry watched helplessly as his godfather was sent flying like a Bludger struck by a bat, crashing hard into a wall and then falling to the ground. "Sirius!" Harry roared furiously, about to rush out, but Hermione grabbed him firmly around the waist from behind. "Don't be reckless, Harry, this is not something we can handle!" Crack! The wizard called Melanov waved his wand, and the dark magical mist swirling around him surged forward like a swarm of locusts, shattering Charlie's conjured shield in an instant. "Get down!" Charlie roared, shoving Harry, Hermione, and the others aside, then dodging towards the railing. A deafening roar followed, and Bill pulled the nearly-falling Charlie back. Bill's usual carefree face was now grim, his eyes focused and intense as he recalled the night in the Forbidden Forest when he had a conflict with Bryan years ago. Since that night, he had never encountered a situation as perilous as the present one. Dazed by the collapse of the magical barrier, Charlie was momentarily unable to join the battle. Bill abruptly flicked his wand, and the broken chairs and steel on the floor began to levitate, transforming under the Transfiguration spell into gleaming blades that shot towards Melanov. "Child's play--" Melanov's voice was so contemptuous amid the endless rumble. Indeed, Bill's conjured blades had no effect. They flew to within ten feet of Melanov before disintegrating into brilliant sparks. Fear had finally driven some to madness! In the corner, a well-dressed middle-aged wizard, his suit covered in dust, seeing the three dark wizards' terrible might, had his mind clouded by terror and rushed towards the collapsed doorway, howling. The young wizards still in Hogwarts, including the graduated Charlie and Bill, could swear that the sight they saw next was definitely the cruelest scene they had ever witnessed in their lives. The terrified middle-aged wizard, having lost his reason in his haste to escape, recklessly charged towards Melanov. However-- The dark mist permeating the air suddenly merged in front of Melanov, forming a dark-shrouded skeletal figure like the Grim Reaper, which let out a bone-chilling, terrifying cackle and surged forward, directly piercing the middle-aged wizard's chest. The middle-aged wizard's steps wavered, and he stared dumbly at his own chest-- His suit seemed to have gone through a lot of changes in an instant, and Harry watched as the fine fabric turned gray and crumbled into dust within a second or two, and then turned into powder and drifted away. Then the exposed skin darkened and rotted, from the outside to the inside, skin, muscle, bone, and heart - all dissolved into pus. The flesh melted away, leaving a gaping, irregular hole in the middle-aged wizard's chest! "Ugh, ugh--" The middle-aged wizard, who had been wealthy and influential, seemed unable to believe he was dying here. He lowered his head and saw the big hole in his chest. He was shocked and dazed. Then, his head tilted, and his body fell to the ground, his lifeless eyes still facing Melanov. Vomit! Ginny was the first to throw up unable to withstand the gruesome sight. Thump-- Hermione's weak legs were unable to support her body. She knelt on the ground with a bang, her face covered in dust, and tears of fear still glistening in the corners of her eyes. The Weasley brothers, from Ron to Bill, were all stunned and demoralized. Whoosh! The vast dark mist transformed into a rope, coiling towards Harry like a venomous snake. Harry's instinctive and trained reflexes allowed him to dodge the binding coils just in time, and as he rolled to the ground, he cast his most potent spell. The Disarming Charm briefly illuminated the compartment, but was soon extinguished. "The child who defeated the Dark Lord, oh, how interesting, let me see how capable you are--" The air in the Quidditch stadium crackled with tension as Harry's eyes strained to pierce through the inky darkness. Though the mysterious figure's face remained hidden beneath the cloak, Harry could have sworn he glimpsed the flicker of a cruel mocking smile across the unseen lips. "Stay away from Harry!" The words erupted from Sirius's throat, raw and primal, filled with fierce protectiveness. Everyone present knew the power of Melanov's black net. Seeing Harry cornered with nowhere to dodge, Fred and George, Ginny and Ron, and even Fudge hiding by the wall, all lent a hand. The combined power of so many spells forced Melanov to defend herself. Most of the magical assault was absorbed by hastily erected shields, but— Whoosh! With a sound like tearing silk, a sharp piece of broken steel bar pierced through her magical shield, heading straight for her chest. In a life-or-death moment, Melanov threw herself to the side, but Hermione's magically controlled object still penetrated her body, leaving a thumb-sized hole in her shoulder! Whoosh-- A beam of dim, brilliant red light, wrapped in the aura of death, pierced the black net that hadn't yet settled, easily shattering it. Melanov looked on in shock - it was Sirius who, in a gap between being surrounded by his two companions, had fired a Blasting Curse (Confringo) to save Harry Potter. "Well done, Hermione!" Bill, leaning on his knee and panting, turned to give Hermione an approving look. Ron, his face slick with cold sweat and his lips dry from fear, found his voice. "Professor Watson's charm," he said, a note of awe creeping into his words. "I can't believe you thought of it, Hermione--" Seizing this brief moment of breather, Harry and Hermione gathered towards each other. They stood side by side, wands pointing firmly towards Melanov who had fallen to the ground, not daring to show the slightest carelessness. "What's going on, Sys, Cancun!" Melanov's voice rang out, filled with a mixture of pain and barely contained rage. The wound in the dark wizard's shoulder didn't seem to bother her much, a fact that sent a chill down Harry's spine. She glared towards the box where Sirius was still locked in combat with the other two attackers. "Why is he still alive?!" A grim voice floated back from that direction. "He's a bit tougher than we imagined!" Melanov's face twisted into a sneer of disgust. "Pah, this thing doesn't even deserve to be called a wand--" She slowly stood up from the ground, coldly observing the wizards before her who had now united against a common enemy. Then, to everyone's astonishment, she threw away her own wand! Harry and Hermione exchanged a confused glance. 'What was happening? Had their combined efforts actually managed to break her spirit? Was this dark witch preparing to surrender?' But their hopes were dashed in the very next instant. A staff, easily three feet in length and adorned with a jewel-encrusted tip, suddenly appeared in Melanov's hand. The change was immediate and terrifying. Melanov's ordinary figure suddenly seemed to grow taller in the eyes of Harry and the others, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly came over them! The black smoke that had been drifting lazily through the air suddenly came alive. A sharp, dangerous light flashed in Melanov's eyes as she thrusted her palms forward. In an instant, the amorphous darkness combined once more – but this time, it took the form of a whip crackling with Lightning, as black as the darkest night, arcing and dancing along its length. With Melanov as the epicenter, countless bolts of shadow-wreathed lightning leapt forth. They spread in all directions, filling every corner of the box with their deadly presence. Wherever the black lightning touched, it left behind horrifying scars and even the air seemed to carry the pungent stench of burned flesh. "Quick, dodge!" Harry's shout cut through the chaos, his voice cracking with urgency. He threw himself to the side, desperately seeking shelter beneath an upturned section of flooring. But even his finely honed reflexes weren't quite fast enough. A vine of black lightning grazed his wrist, and in that split second of contact, it left behind a terrible burn. White-hot agony pricked up Harry's arm, causing his fingers to spasm. In pain, his wand slipped from his grasp. It spun through the air, striking the back wall of the box with a clatter before rolling across the floor. As the black lightning continued its rampage, the steel frame supporting the main structure emitted a teeth-clenching metallic screech, a sound that set everyone's nerves on edge. All around them, the walls began to buckle and collapse, showering them with debris. Massive holes stretched open in the floor, revealing the dizzying drop to the Quidditch pitch far below. It was clear to all that this once-sturdy VIP box was about to completely collapse. "Harry!" Sirius's anguished cry pierced through the chaos of battle and the creaking of debris. His heart sank as he saw Harry trapped beneath the floorboard he'd sought for shelter, his face twisted in pain as he desperately fought to free himself. Across the ruined box, Hermione and the Weasley children each found themselves in equally dire straits, dodging falling debris and fending off attacks with rapidly dwindling strength. In that moment, something seemed to snap within Sirius. A primal roar erupted from his throat, echoing off the walls and momentarily drowning out even the noise of the battle and debris falling. He pointed his wand directly at a thick steel beam supporting the nearby section of the box's structure. To the horror of the survivors, the beam was severed as cleanly as if cut by a giant's axe. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, with a groan that seemed to shake the foundations of the stadium, the surrounding supports began to twist and buckle. In the span of a few seconds, a chain reaction had been set in motion. Tons upon tons of steel, concrete, and magical reinforcements – all the materials that had gone into creating this luxurious viewing box – were now transformed into a deadly avalanche about to crash down upon their heads. "Have you gone mad?!" The shout didn't come from Harry or Hermione, but from Sys and Cancun, the dark wizards who had launched the initial attack. Even these hardened criminals had their faces bleached at Sirius's Suicidal move. Their eyes flickered between the collapsing ceiling and the open expanse of the Quidditch field. In the next moment, self-preservation overpowered their mission. Abandoning their assault on Sirius, they lunged toward the gaping hole in the wall, desperate to save their own skins. But Sirius paid no mind to their retreat, nor to the impending collapse of the structure around him. His eyes, blazing with fierce, almost manic determination, were fixed solely on Harry. With a roar that seemed to rise from the depths of his soul, Sirius charged forward. His wand became a blur of motion, hurling spell after spell at Melanov, despite his nearly depleted magical reserves. "Hmph, seeking death!" The storm of black lightning suddenly converged, merging into a single, concentrated beam. It lanced out with the speed and precision of a laser, aimed directly at the center of Sirius's forehead. Crack! The sound reverberated through the collapsing box, as if the world itself had shattered. Sirius's reckless charge also came to an abrupt halt, his feet freezing mid-step. ******************************* For More Chapters; /FicFrenzy

0435 Desperate Situation (Large Chapter)

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