Morgan's back tensed the instant the beam lit up. He stayed where he was, his right hand moving from his waist to the edge of his wand holster before stopping, as though he were assessing the situation and deciding his next move in a fraction of a second.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he was cut off before the words came out-the false Rodolphus had already raised his old wand.
The movement was identical to the real man's opening gesture when casting a spell: the angle of his wrist, the height of his elbow, even his habit of slightly lifting his little finger as he gripped his wand had been replicated with absolute precision.
An inky-green beam erupted from the tip of the old wand. Thick and swift, it swept just above the water, its heat turning the sea mist in its path into clouds of white vapor.
Fiendfyre exploded from the end of the beam and spread across the damp rocks with a rapid, sharp crackle.
The inky-green flames took the shape of a fire dragon, carried in every direction by the sea wind. It grazed the left shoulder of the foremost member of the Enforcement Squad, setting him alight instantly. Inky-green fire engulfed his body. Despite his agony, he tried to extinguish it with a Water Charm, but it did nothing except make the flames surge higher. In the end, as his fellow squad members watched in horror, he could only leap into the nearby bay, screaming.
"Burn! Kill! You Ministry of Magic lapdogs! Avada Chomp-a-Melon!" The false Bella's voice was hoarse. Standing on the rocks, she looked like a beast splitting apart. She raised her wand and unleashed another green flash of the Killing Curse, striking the base of the second sea