One Sword

"What?"

Little Billy and the three pub patrons had left the Death Eaters stunned, especially Rodolphus. He had never imagined that anyone could survive an attack as fierce as a raging storm.

The magic shields around them were what had saved their lives. They were incredibly powerful: each had only cracked on the surface after taking two or three spells. Some of them even had two or three layers of protection.

Looking at the shields, which were comparable to the Full Body Shield Charm, Rodolphus was certain the four of them couldn't possibly have the magical ability to cast such powerful spells. His gaze shifted to the few pieces of jewelry they wore.

With their means, they could afford Alchemical Tools?

Rodolphus recognized the jewelry at a glance. They were clearly powerful Alchemical Items. But as far as he knew, such items were exceedingly rare and precious. Since when could a few ordinary wizarding citizens get their hands on things like these?

The discovery gave Rodolphus a powerful sense of being out of step with the times, and left him burning with humiliation and rage. It was like someone who had been cut off from society for years, only to find himself completely left behind when he tried to rejoin it.

"You're all going to die! Avada Kedavra!"

Furious, Rodolphus raised his wand and fired a Killing Curse at Little Billy, who stood nearest to him.

Death Eaters generally avoided using Unforgivable Curses or other powerful Dark Magic in battle. Such spells took too much energy and could also affect the caster's state of mind.

But Rodolphus was truly beside himself with rage. A few insignificant nobodies he'd once been able to bully at will now had the nerve to defy him—and had actually gotten away with it. It was