"Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light shot from "Harry's" wand and struck the Death Eater on the left square in the chest.
He fell off his broomstick without even a chance to scream. Fortunately for him, he would not suffer like the Death Eaters before him, because he was already dead.
The other Death Eater froze. Wasn't he the Chosen One? Wasn't he a student who hadn't even started his fifth year?
How the hell was he better at casting Avada Kedavra than me?
He stood awkwardly with his wand raised halfway, because "Harry Potter, the Chosen One" had already aimed his wand at him. A second flash of green shot from its tip.
The Death Eater was hit before he could even dodge, tumbling from the sky like a torn sack.
The surrounding Death Eaters were all startled by this sudden turn of events. Even Corban Yaxley was baffled.
"Harry" sat in the sidecar, his wand still raised.
Moonlight shone on his young, expressionless face. His composure bordered on cruelty, with none of the signs of someone killing for the first time.
Giving them no chance to recover, "Harry Potter" rose to his feet in the sidecar. He gripped Hagrid's clothes with one hand and brandished his wand with the other, unleashing a furious barrage.
"Cruciatus Curse!" "Diffindo!" "Reducto!" "Confringo!" "Avada Kedavra!" "Avada Kedavra!"
The Death Eaters who had begun closing in around the Flying Motorcycle scattered in terror, putting distance between themselves and the bike. None of them had anticipated anything like this.
They had analyzed Harry Potter beforehand. Everyone had seen his performance in the Triwizard Tournament, and he had never shown anything like this.
"Damn it, is that Harry Potter?" Yaxley frowned. *The Chosen One was using nothing but Dark Magic. How did that make