Another explosion erupted between Neville and Draco.
The blast wave sent both of them flying back ten feet. Yet the moment they scrambled to their feet, neither gave himself time to catch his breath. They lunged viciously at each other again.
The silver sword flickered, spells shrieked!
Neville and Draco fought in an incredibly primal, savage manner. The danger and ruthlessness of their exchanges were enough to make one's blood run cold.
At the judges' stand outside the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore watched the bloody clash unfold. His silver brows and beard trembled, concern showing in his deep blue eyes.
"Amosta—"
Dumbledore turned his head slightly and called softly to Amosta.
"Shouldn't we stop this, Amosta?"
Madam Bones had been pondering the drastic changes the recent Azkaban breakout would bring to the political landscape and public life of the British wizarding world. After Dumbledore spoke, she could not help casting Amosta a concerned look.
Ludo Bagman, meanwhile, kept glancing at Amosta, trying to signal him with his eyes.
Ludo enjoyed a thrilling match, but he had no desire to see young wizards seriously injured or killed during the Triwizard Tournament, even though such accidents had always occurred in this ancient competition.
The life-and-death struggle in the Forbidden Forest worried every judge. Even in the spectator stands behind them, most people watched the match with bated breath, forgetting even to cheer for Hermione's team's brilliant performance.
"That Malfoy boy has turned out better than his father."
Even Sirius praised Draco, who refused to retreat from the deadly battle, in an even tone.
Amosta's eyes shifted, and he remained silent for a moment.
He knew that Draco and Neville had truly fought themselves into a fury. They had forgotten that they were now in the real world, not his mental world.
They had