The old man barely blocked the first probing attack, baring his teeth as he said, "The death of the body is not the end. If you truly want to kill me, you'll still have to defeat me in terms of will." The old man shook his head.
"Mm, you're right, you son of a bitch!" The next moment, the simplest Wither Skeleton Skull shot straight into the old man's chest. The nameless old fool slowly withered away, turning to ash.
"Professor, I think you acted a little too fast." Harry raised his wrist miserably. The silver mark was still firmly etched there.
"Hey, take out your wand and let me see what kind of fancy trick this is." Kayson crouched down and asked.
Harry nodded. With a thought, his wand was pushed out, a section of blood vessel still connected to its end.
"Holy shit! That's fucking cool!" Sirius appeared behind them at some point and exclaimed at the wand connected to Harry's blood vessel.
"...Have those people outside been dealt with? And you're just wandering around in here?" Kayson said, his scalp twitching.
"Uh, it's all over. Lupin and the French Aurors are counting the bodies outside right now. They don't need me." Sirius spoke in a pitiful tone, then looked at Harry again. "This thing really is cool!"
"But it hurts! Even casting an unlocking charm hurts like hell right now." Harry bared his teeth.
"Then we should find a way to get rid of it." Sirius immediately changed his tune.
"A godfather's love runs deep." Kayson sighed, beginning to examine the blood vessel on Harry's wrist. "Any survivors outside?"
"Emmm, unless some escaped outside, that old bastard was the last one to die." Sirius said helplessly.
The three fell into an awkward silence, but Lupin, who walked