Ron's words served as a reminder to Harry. Harry took a few steps forward too, wanting to hear whether Snape's voice was there.
Snape had indeed said something, but Harry did not have time to make it out clearly. He only heard Snape end with "Gryffindor," and the structure of that sentence felt incredibly familiar to him.
"Whirlwind Sudden Roll!"
Harry did hear Snape's next words clearly, though. It was the incantation for a Whirlwind Sudden Roll spell.
After the incantation was spoken, a cyclone appeared above the smoke and dust. The smoke and dust rapidly gathered toward the cyclone, forming a long strip that flew out of the Great Hall.
Once the smoke and dust flew out of the Great Hall, Harry could also see the situation around the Teachers' Table.
Snape had not been harmed in the slightest. That black robe was still pitch-black, and not the slightest trace of Black Ash had stained his face or hair.
In stark contrast to Snape was the utterly wretched Karkaroff. He had been blasted to the ground and could barely lean against the wall.
His robes had also been blown to tatters, leaving him covered in dust and grime. Most of his carefully groomed goatee had been blasted away too, leaving only that tiny tuft clinging to his chin.
Yet the strange part was that the only things affected by the Magical Fireworks were Karkaroff and his chair.
The Teachers' Table in front of Karkaroff seemed to have been protected by magic in advance and had not been damaged by the Magical Fireworks. Not the slightest bit of damage could be seen on its surface.
"I take back what I just said..." Ron looked at Karkaroff's miserable state and sighed with some feeling. "Looks like their relationship is pretty