The grim green light of the Killing Curse drew closer and closer, nearly flooding Nymphadora Tonks's vision.
In that instant, she seemed to see so many things: her parents, the professors at Hogwarts, Alastor Moody who had pushed her to grow, that kind-hearted werewolf wizard who made people's hearts ache...
When she had previously exchanged insights with Moody, he had once told her that when a person was on the verge of death, they seemed to recall the things that had left the deepest impressions on them.
At the time, Moody had pointed at his own eye and said it in a joking tone, leaving her half-believing and half-doubting.
Now, she was somewhat convinced, because all the things she remembered most vividly had indeed surfaced before her eyes.
Unfortunately, it seemed that everything was about to end like this...
Nymphadora Tonks felt something lift her into the air. The Killing Curse howled past before her eyes and slammed into the ground, blasting out a deep crater.
She felt something binding her waist—it was a Devil's Snare of a slightly different color.
This color of Devil's Snare was highly distinctive. She had only ever seen it on one person: the Devil's Snare Wizet conjured through Transfiguration.
After the previous Killing Curse missed, expressionless John Dawlish raised his wand again, pointed it at Nymphadora Tonks, and began the incantation. "Avada..."
This time, John Dawlish failed to finish the spell before a red flash struck him, sending him rigidly crashing to the ground.
The danger had not yet passed. Suspended in midair, Nymphadora Tonks was an obvious target. Several Death Eaters and prisoners leapt high into the air, attempting to attack her.
Wizet controlled the "Devil's Crabclaw Orchid" as it burst from the ground, wrapping around the limbs of those Death Eaters and