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Chapter Begins:
The biggest question of the moment was which potion Darcie had consumed.
None got to know the answer right away, though. Surrounded by green, electric currents, Darcie shot toward the three boys, standing on the broom.
The wind rustled around her, lifting her golden-white hair. Her poisonous, green eyes were already looking for the Remembrall.
Her wand was moving on its own.
When the 330-year-old Willow Wand, with the Thunderbird Emperor's feather as the core, stopped tracing a windy path, Darcie pointed its tip at the boys.
"Ventus!"
A strong, spirally wind left the wand, giving life to the already breezy surroundings.
Flying with all they got, pushing their brooms beyond the limit, Draco, Harry, and Black couldn't outrun the wind.
The spirally wind hit them on their back, ignored their resistance, and sent them hurling out.
It pushed Draco up, Black left, and Harry right, creating a huge gap between them. Darcie blurred through the gap, finally finding the golden-winged object.
Standing in her office, Professor McGonagall gasped. "That's not a mediocre spell at all, Albus!" she said, stunned. "Even full-fledged wizards face trouble executing it."
Professor Dumbledore looked at Darcie chasing the ball with his beady, blue eyes. A smile was on his face that refused to go away. "It was not entirely her," he told Minerva. "It's the Wand."
"The Wand?" the old witch questioned, trying to spy the stick through her glasses.
"Indeed," the Headmaster nodded. "So it's true, I guess. The girl is not only innately skilled but also the inheritor of Ollivander's Wandlore."
Minerva gaped. "And the potion?" she asked, reigning her shock. "What did she have?"
Albus' mouth twitched. "I wish I was all-knowing, Minerva," he complained. "For now, only Ms. Darcie knows what it was."
In the skies, the boys finally regained control of their brooms as the wind left them.
They regrouped hurriedly. Draco eyed his sister, persistently shortening the distance between her and the ball. There was no time to waste, he knew.
"Take out your wands," he spat, already disliking the thought bubbling in his mind. He wasn't sure about the Mudblood, but surely Potter… given his background… would be able to pull it off, perhaps.
Black and Harry exchanged glances, taking out their wands.
"Now…"
"I've never done Magic," Harry complained.
"Will you just shut up?!" Draco snapped. "We will only get one chance! Chant with me…"
Darcie chased the Remembrall with vengeance. Why's it so fast?! She wondered, reaching the limit of her broom. It's almost as fast as the Golden Snitch at School's Quidditch Games. Tch! If it was a bit slow…
Darcie's eyes lit up.
Her wand-hand lifted and she pointed the tip of the green willow toward the ball before it could blur out of existence again. "Arresto Momentum!"
"Not so fast…" Professor Dumbledore's words entered Darcie's ears, sending a chill running down her spine.
In the very next moment, the golden-winged Remembrall lit up, reflecting the spell cast on it.
As her own spell hit her, Darcie slowed, losing all momentum. She hung in the sky like a marvelous statue, holding out her wand hand and standing on the broom.
Already flying toward her, Draco, Harry, and Black's eyes widened, beaming.
"Now!" they shouted together, seeing their chance. "Verdimillious!"
To Harry's surprise, an orb of green light left the three wands and exploded around Darcie, blinding her.
It worked! Harry thought, rushing past Darcie.
Black and Draco appeared on Harry's left and right, smiling, too.
It had worked splendidly.
Yes! They did it!
Then the voice came from behind. "Flipendo!"
Booom!
…
One moment, Harry was smiling.
In the second moment, her voice entered his ears, followed by a massive boom.
Harry felt like the hand of a giant had slapped him on the back. He got thrown off the broom face forward. Falling freely, his brain losing all senses, Harry didn't even get the time to call for help.
Before he could touch the ground, though, Black came swooping from above, caught his arm, and pulled him up on the broom.
When they reached up, Draco came to a stop near them.
Now they saw her, disbelieving the sight.
Darcie had not loosened the effect of Slowing Charm. Nor had she moved her wand.
It was her eyes. They were glowing orange, losing the dusk-like hue within her pupils in seconds.
Then, slowly, but surely, she regained control over her body. She flicked her wrists, checking the mobility, and grinned at the boys.
That grin roared — Do as you please… I am always one step ahead of you!
"The Oculus Potion," Draco mumbled, shocked beyond measure. "But how…" The Oculus Potion restored eyesight!
Not only Draco, but even the Professors were feeling odd, now realizing Darcie's preparedness.
Had she really guessed that the boys would attempt to blind her? Was she also a Seer? What were the logical reasons behind her taking the potion beforehand, if not?
Darcie didn't owe answers to anyone.
She flicked her wand, conjuring three blocks of ice around her.
With another flick, the blocks of ice expanded using the Engorgement Charm. Under the surprised gasps of all watching her, she waved her wand a third time.
The ice blocks got transfigured into three enormous ice birds.
Cry-yy-yyyy!
The ice birds let out majestic, freezing cries before throwing themselves toward the boys. Darcie didn't give another thought to them and resumed her chase.
Instead of running away, the boys just kept hovering at their spots.
It wasn't a matter of surviving the incoming ice birds and their onslaughts. No. It was a matter of time.
They only had one minute left!
Even if they somehow escaped the icy clutches, they would still lose the ball; they would still be facing defeat against Darcie.
Three vs One!
Still lost.
Draco, Harry, and Black didn't even look at each other anymore, feeling the shame.
Motherfucking Dumbledore! Black cursed. Do I have no other option but to give up on the Remembrall? No. Ad Infinitum. Let the Lucky Intuitions flow… freely.
…
Lucky Intuition No. %$^^$ — I should use Ancient Magical Script
Lucky Intuition No. *@()$$ — Dumbledore's sensing the Script's mark on me. Avoiding it will cause trouble
…
Two were more than enough.
"Hey, royal ass. And Harry," Black called the boys out, putting on black gloves he had pulled out of nowhere. "I am… taking the ball."
Huh?!
Under the perplexed gazes of Harry and Draco, Black pulled back his hand. An ancient character of unknown origins lit up on the back of his right glove, letting out a blue, holy aura.
Dumbledore shifted forward, the black flames within his eyes overtaking the blues thoroughly. "Yes…" he mumbled to himself. "… That's it…"
Black punched.
Booommm!
The giant, ice bird coming at him exploded in shards.
Black shot straight through the broken shards, leaving the stunned Draco and Harry to fend for themselves.
Darcie looked over her shoulder and her pupils shook. What was that?!
She couldn't afford to think much over it, though. The ball was only inches away from her, and the closest it had been so far. She was flying a few feet above the grassy ground.
No matter what, the black-haired boy wouldn't be able to catch her in time.
It was then the Remembrall… blurred and reappeared several feet away from her.
Something snapped within Darcie. Oh, no, you won't!
"Carpe Retractum!"
A magical, retractable rope of green light left Darcie's wand, trying to pull the Remembrall towards her.
The ball, of course, countered the spell and threw it back at her.
It was just… that's what Darcie had been aiming for. It didn't matter. One way or another, she and the ball would be coming closer.
It was a marvelous feat of magic, which many Professors were too eager to pick up on.
Black had picked up on it as well.
He only had a few seconds.
Let's do it!
Black stood up on the broom, his feet shaking, and then threw himself down, kicking the broom away.
As the students shouted, and Darcie again looked up, Black pulled back his left hand, falling freely, and punched.
Booommmmm!
Darcie's broom exploded under her feet, throwing her off like a broken twig. Her wand slipped out of her hand as well.
Her mouth opened as she tried to cast a wandless charm, still holding back on her non-verbal use of magic.
However, Black had already pulled back his right hand, his figure a black blur under the free fall.
Raw Mana coursed through the ancient character as he willed.
A burst of blue exploded from the glove.
Then, for the last time, Black punched.
Booooooooooommmmmmm!
…
A cloud of dust blinded all.
Darcie rolled on the ground, covered in dust.
She came to a stop and eyed the dust cloud as well.
From the sky, after finally taking care of the ice birds, Harry and Draco looked down, already seeing the traces of the small crater.
Then, under the gravest silence, Black climbed out of the crater. His clothes were muddy and disheveled. His eyes contained a touch of humor, freedom, and… a distinct lack of boredom.
And, clutched tightly in his gloved right hand was a ball.
Remembrall… the Rare Item!
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