Portraits

"Foolish Anton, you're so exceptionally talented that you should be devoting all your energy to the study of magic!" Voldemort clung to the edge of his frame and roared down at him. "And yet you're wasting your time on something as foolish as painting!"

First baking bread, now painting. Voldemort thought, I don't have students like this!

"Shut up, you Big Devil!" In another frame, Hermione glared furiously at Voldemort and shouted, "Anton is painting. You shouldn't disturb him!"

"You insolent little brat, what would you know?" Voldemort's expression turned icy. He drew his Wand and charged at Hermione's frame.

"Don't you dare come any closer!" Ron rushed forward too, putting himself between Voldemort and Hermione. He rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight at any moment.

"You're a Wizard!" Voldemort sneered. He looked at Ron's stance, as if he were about to fight like a Muggle, his eyes full of contempt.

Thud!

Before he could finish speaking, Ron's fist slammed into Voldemort's nose.

"Ow! My nose!" Voldemort roared, waving his Wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, a surge of green spell-light burst from the tip of his Wand and struck Ron in the head.

"Ahhh!" Ron shrieked.

"Keheh-heh!" Voldemort laughed coldly.

"Huh?" Ron rubbed his cheek. "I'm not dead?"

"!!!" Voldemort's eyes widened. "Impossible! How are you not dead?"

"Because we're portraits, you idiot!" Hermione had somehow crept up behind Voldemort. She held a huge Stone in both hands and swung it down with all her might.

Smack!

With a loud bang, Voldemort's head wobbled, and he crumpled to the ground.

Hermione dusted off her hands, looking pleased. "Done. It's finally quiet!"

Ron stared at her with a strange expression. "..."

"Hmph!" Hermione lifted her chin proudly and headed toward a Great Tree in the painted forest.

"Ehehe!"