Under normal circumstances, when an ordinary wizard cast a spell, the thickness of the beam was basically fixed... about the same as the tip of their wand.
Of course, some wizards' spells were more pronounced.
For instance, Voldemort's Killing Curse was visibly thicker than a normal Killing Curse, which also meant it was more powerful.
But something as thick as an arm... honestly, Kyle had not only never seen it before, he had never even heard of it.
This had already gone beyond the bounds of normal magic.
Naturally, there was no need to mention the effect it produced.
A simple Knockback Jinx—one that any third-year student could master proficiently—made the Dark Lord personally experience what true helplessness felt like.
The walls of Hogwarts's Great Hall were smashed open by Voldemort's body, leaving a huge hole.
But it was not over yet. Voldemort was still being propelled forward, only finally coming to a stop after carving a fifty-foot-long trench across the grounds outside.
He had been completely reshaped as well—his limbs twisted backward, his body caved in, even his face noticeably flatter. He looked like a Bowtruckle that had been repeatedly smashed by a Bludger for five straight minutes.
Then, the entire battlefield seemed to hit pause because of this sudden scene.
Everyone's eyes turned toward Mikel at the entrance to the Great Hall, Kyle included.
He turned stiffly to look at Mikel, who had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, and subconsciously pressed his cracked lips together.
He had nearly forgotten about Mikel's unusual condition.
He could not control his own magic. Especially when he had first entered school in his first year, Mikel had nearly turned himself into a Squib from magical exhaustion with nothing more than a Wand-Lighting Charm.
For a while afterward, he had relied on