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HP - Chapter 210: Brawl
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 210: Brawl
Avery fell on his back and started to scream while clutching his bleeding nose. “He broke it! He broke it!” He continued to shout.
"Why would you stand so close to me? Did you really expect me to do nothing?..." Harry raised an eyebrow. He thought those two boys had at least some experience with dueling but perhaps he had been wrong.
Yaxley glanced at Harry with sharp eyes and took a few steps back, his wand pointed directly at him.
‘Well, this one is taking me seriously now. But…’ He gave Avery a passing look. His punch had only broken his nose. This showed that his training over the past week had not been wasted. He had inflicted just as much damage as he intended and not more.
The other Slytherin students didn't seem interested in attacking him. They probably thought that Yaxley and Avery were more than enough to accomplish… whatever their plan was.
“Incarcerous!” Yaxley sent a magically conjured rope to trap him.
This was quickly followed by a couple more spells: a stunner and a tripping jinx, both cast silently and with minimal motion.
This was an effective combination. Trying to dodge either the ropes or the stunner would likely end up with you being hit by the other spell.
A Protego charm could block both, but it would also be a mistake. The tripping jinx was aimed very low and would pass beneath the shield, hitting your legs or feet. The normal size of that charm was only enough to cover your upper body.
“Not bad, but…” Harry moved his right arm forward and let the Incarcerous ropes hit him.
As soon as they made contact with his hand, the ropes spun quickly and wrapped firmly around it.
Now that he had an improvised ‘gauntlet’ made of magical ropes, he used it to deflect the stunner and jinx.
"You should have used the 'Incarcerous' last." The roped tightened around his wrist but he didn't mind. It was not enough to hurt.
“What the…” Yaxley was an experienced duelist and had already prepared himself for several different outcomes even before firing his spells. He always tried to be one step ahead of his opponents, always ready… he could never have predicted that Harry was going to do something like that.
This threw him off for a moment, and he was not able to react when Harry started to run directly at him. They were only fifteen feet (5 meters) apart, so he did not have time to think.
The tripping jinx was his fastest spell, so he used that and followed it with a diagonal cutting motion. “Diffindo!” He put as much magic as he could into that charm. If Harry avoided the jinx, he could get a severe injury from the cutting charm at least.
But once more, Harry did something he could not have predicted… he went over his spells by jumping in the air. He jumped high enough to not only go over the spells Yaxley threw at him but also enough to go over Yaxley himself and land right behind him.
Before the other boy could even turn, Harry directed a powerful hook to Yaxley's side.
He put around one-fourth of his total strength into the punch, and it was enough to shatter his ribs like they were made of dried spaghetti. His internal organs suffered too, from the shock and were damaged enough to make Yaxley vomit blood.
Harry was going to follow it by breaking his arms also, but this was already too much for the poor boy, and he passed out before falling face-first on the snow.
“It was nothing personal,” Harry told the unconscious boy.
He then looked at Avery. The sixth-year Slytherin boy was still holding his broken nose and glaring at him with fear in his eyes.
Before Harry could say anything to him, Avery turned on his heels and started running back to the castle.
“Fine… what about the rest of you?” Harry glanced at the other six Slytherin seniors.
Moments ago, they all had confident grins on their faces, but now… they just looked like a group of scared children. And he did not like to fight those who had already lost their will to fight back.
“What a waste of time...just go away and take that guy…” He pointed at Yaxley. “To the infirmary.” He had hoped to have more of a challenge but this has just been disappointing.
The others appeared more than willing to accept his offer to go away, but Patrick, their leader, stood in front of them with his wand in hand and pointed it at Harry.
“If you fire a spell at me… I’m breaking both your arms,” Harry told him.
Patrick was visibly trembling. After what he had seen, he knew Harry was more than capable of fulfilling that threat, but he did not back away. “It was you! I am sure it was you!”
“Sure of what exactly?” Harry pretended he didn't know what the boy was talking about.
“You are the one who attacked our house that night!” Patrick insisted.
“I don't know what you mean, but…” He walked towards him. “If I was, it would seem like a very foolish idea to point that wand at me. I thought Slytherin was the house of cunning.”
The senior students were getting more nervous as Harry grew closer. His entire body shook with fear.
“S-shut up!”
Patrick shouted at Harry before turning his head around to look at his friends. Just one quick glance at their terrified faces already told him they were not going to be of any help. He had to do this alone.
He felt something on his hand and hurried to move his eyes to the front.
He saw Harry holding a wand… a very familiar wand.
“What?!” Patrick then realized his hand was now empty. “When did you?...”
He didn't understand. Harry was still a few feet away from him. How did he steal his wand away?
“That's enough! Graham, Potter!” Professor Snape came walking with fury towards them, with Lily a few steps behind.
“Oh, the Professors finally decided to intervene.” Harry knew they had been hiding behind some trees and had been watching from the beginning.
“Harry.” His mother called him over.
“The wand, Mister Potter.” Snape stopped him before he walked away and pointed at Patrick's wand in his hand.
“Of course, Professor.” As he was handing it back, he applied a bit of pressure and the wood piece snapped in half. “Oops.” Snape frowned but did not say anything as he took the broken wand.
“Am I in trouble?” Harry asked his mother when he got to her side.
“Of course not, Harry. Professor Snape and I saw the whole thing. Those boys ganged up to attack you first. If anyone is going to be punished, it's going to be them.” Lily threw Snape a glare.
“Isn't that right, Severus?”
Snape grumbled something under his breath. “Y-yes… Potter can go. I’ll take care of my students.” Snape knew better than to argue with Lily right now.
Comments
Adrian B
The opponents were very disappointing indeed. But there will be better ones soon :)
Nefistoteles
Khorne is disappointed by the lack of blood. not even a sad amputated limb
Tapabrata dutta
Lmao...that was a let down....i thought atleast few more bones were going to cracked... wasn't much of brawl 😂
Cole Bromley
Thanks for the chapter!
