Two dragons, one black and one blue, tangled in battle, constantly radiating an aura of destruction. The chain explosions they triggered sent waves of heat rolling through the streets, forcing the dozens of black-robed enforcers nearby to cast the Killing Curse together to fend off the ferocious Dark Magic.
The black flames were quiet and dangerous, while the blue flames were savage and explosive. The two intertwined, relentlessly battering the shield formed jointly by dozens of wizards.
The dragon formed from black flames gradually devoured the blue flame dragon entwined with it. The black fire, brimming with destruction, grew even more violent. Strange blue light flickered in the dragon's eyes, and the scorching heat, enough to melt steel, forced everyone present to break into sweat.
"Run! If we don't run now, it'll be too late!"
Roy wrapped one arm around Aisling, grabbed the luggage from the ground with the other, and, taking advantage of Fiendfyre's destruction of the Anti-Apparition Charm in the surrounding space, vanished from the street with Aisling in a crack.
The savage black fire dragon was ultimately no match for the combined defenses of dozens of well-trained wizards. After Roy left, it tried several more times to break through the linked suppression of the surrounding wizards. But outnumbered, the black flames eventually lost their magical supply and slowly died out beneath the Killing Curses cast jointly by the crowd.
The tremendous commotion from the battle would inevitably attract Aurors from the American Ministry of Magic. They could not afford to linger any longer; Dumbledore might appear here at any moment.
After cleaning up the scene, Walter gave the order, and the dozens of black-robed attackers each Apparated, vanishing from the broad street.
"Damn it, the brat got away."
One of the pursuers looked deeply frustrated. So many