Fight Dark Magic with Dark Magic, and the silver shield was swallowed by the red-and-black beam in the blink of an eye.
Just as the beam was about to pierce through the entire room, the long-barreled pistol instantly reverted to the Serpent Staff. The magical energy breaking free from its restraints blossomed like dazzling fireworks.
Moody hurriedly cast a Shield Charm to withstand the impact.
His expression was filled with alarm, because his magical eye had clearly seen the compressed Dark Magic contained within that red-and-black beam.
If it had gone out of control, the explosion might have affected over half the staff dormitory instead of merely blasting most of the room's contents away.
After the shockwave passed, Moody raised his cane and walked toward the figure whose chest had been pierced through.
The man was not dead, but he was close enough.
There was a fist-sized hole in the right side of his chest. Burns and corrosion marks covered nearly his entire torso. The fact that he still breathed faintly was already a miracle.
Such a commotion had awakened all the Ministry of Magic staff living nearby.
They emerged from their rooms in pajamas and immediately raised their wands in fright at the person radiating Dark Magic.
If they had not recognized Vincent, they might already have fired spells at him.
"Mr. Wayne?" A young male staff member cautiously stepped forward. "What happened? Did you cause that disturbance just now?"
Vincent waved away the Dark Magic aura around him. "Nothing much. Professor Moody and we needed to discuss something with Mr. Bagman."
The staff member gathered his courage and peered into the room, only to meet Moody's magical eye.
He shuddered involuntarily. "I-I see... Th-then we won't disturb you."
It had to be said that Moody looked especially terrifying