Outside the door to Aldrich's apartment, Ezekiel Mammon took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable irritation within him.
"Damn Floo Powder, failing me when it mattered most!"
He brutally kicked the apartment door open. A heavy stench of blood instantly flooded his nostrils, making him frown.
There were no signs of a struggle inside the apartment, but the walls were splattered with horrifying bloodstains.
Ezekiel Mammon tightened his grip on his wand and strode into the living room. His pupils contracted sharply at the sight before him.
Ella Smith lay in a pool of blood, a wand embedded in her chest. Blood had stained her white robes red, a horrifying sight.
"Ella!" Ezekiel Mammon's heart jolted. He rushed forward, only to freeze in place a moment later.
At some point, the blood beneath his feet had become as thick and sticky as glue, leaving him unable to move.
"What the hell is this stuff!" Ezekiel Mammon growled. He tried hard to pull his legs free, only to discover that the viscous blood seemed alive, binding him tightly.
He looked down at the wand embedded in Ella Smith's chest, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
That wand was identical to the one in his hand!
In disbelief, Ezekiel Mammon pulled the wand from Ella Smith's chest and compared them carefully. Their material, length, and even the patterns on their shafts were exactly the same.
Just then, the blood-soaked wand suddenly turned into a wisp of bluish smoke, which rapidly coiled around Ezekiel Mammon's wand.
"Damn it!" Alarm bells rang in Ezekiel Mammon's mind. He immediately realized he had walked into a trap.
He swung his wand sharply, trying to shake off the smoke, but the strange force quickly seeped into his