Protego!
As though he had anticipated that The Master would strike, Vizet raised his wand the moment The Master lifted his hand.
The star-river-like tip of his wand trembled slightly, blooming with a ring of soft light, warm as water as it silently spread rapidly in all directions.
The light not only covered The Master's Magical Energy Field, but also protected Hogwarts Castle, the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake hanging high above, and the people who had been imprisoned from the very beginning.
The Magical Energy Field cast by Vizet looked as thin as a fragile bubble, as though it would burst at the slightest poke.
Yet the moment it appeared, the chilling dread in everyone's hearts vanished without a sound, like ice and snow melting away in spring.
The Master's attack, which seemed capable of erasing everything, crashed straight into Vizet's Magical Energy Field.
There was no earth-shattering boom, nor any harsh, grating explosion. The surroundings were eerily quiet.
It was as though the aftershock created by the collision between Vizet's Magical Energy Field and The Master's attack had erased even sound itself, leaving behind only suffocating silence.
Beyond the Magical Energy Field, the grass that Vizet had not protected vanished in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.
The people behind Vizet saw that the grass caught in the collision's aftershock looked like a portion of a painting that had been wiped away—hollow, abrupt, and horrifying.
Yet The Master remained completely unaffected. He stood before Vizet's Magical Energy Field without taking another step forward.
He made no unnecessary movements. He merely stared at the composed Vizet with those eye sockets flickering with fire.
Judging by The Master's earlier behavior, he should have been strolling forward carelessly at this moment rather than remaining where he was, as though...