Yet before he could finish the spell, Skofot's restrained wrist suddenly twisted at an unbelievable angle,
not to break free, but to seize Snape's wrist in return.
At the same time, his other free hand darted forward through the darkness like lightning—
No incantation, no flash of light,
but an invisible, powerful surge of magic suddenly erupted, like an unseen barrier, forcibly interrupting and annihilating Snape's nearly formed Binding Charm.
Silent Spell!
Perhaps even... wandless magic!
Snape's pupils contracted violently in the darkness, his immense shock temporarily overwhelming even his anger.
How was this possible?
In the instant he was distracted by this sudden, utterly inconceivable counterattack, Skofot moved.
Using his grip on the other's wrist as a fulcrum, he slipped into Snape's arms like a phantom, his other hand slamming down onto Snape's shoulder,
and with the superhuman physical strength and explosive force he had honed in the training space, he viciously hurled the caught-off-guard Potions Master to the ground.
"Ugh!" Snape's back struck the cold, hard floor heavily, drawing a muffled groan from him.
Skofot followed through, pressing down on him and driving a knee into Snape's abdomen, pinning him firmly to the ground.
Their positions became exceedingly delicate and dangerous in the darkness.
Skofot hovered over Snape, breathing heavily, his warm breath spilling across the other's neck.
His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the fierce collision of some inner chaos and power stirred awake by the darkness.
He could feel the taut muscles of the body beneath him, and the greater strength concealed within, ready to erupt.
Snape was utterly stunned.
He had been subdued by a second-year student?
In such an almost savage manner, yet one containing bizarre skill and immense magical power?
This was completely beyond everything he understood about "students" and