If Tris had known Harry had thought, I have the advantage, not once but twice, he would have cursed him out in the foulest language he knew.
How could anyone say something that unlucky?
Even if you were the chosen child of this world, blessed with enough luck to fear nothing, had you considered the people around you? Could they survive a line like that?
But Harry clearly had no such awareness, and neither did the other two youngsters, Ron and Hermione.
Their wands were still raised, but they had already let their guard down considerably.
Just then, green flames suddenly sprang up around Quirrell, who had been immobilized by magic and trussed up like a parcel.
The ropes Tris had conjured burned to ash in an instant. At the same time, the flames abruptly spread, blooming into an enormous fiery flower.
"Watch out!" Harry cried, grabbing Hermione beside him and leaping backward. He pulled Hermione rather than Ron on his other side because Ron reacted just as quickly as he did, retreating immediately. Only Hermione was a little slower.
Tris had anticipated something like this, and he reacted even faster than the three youngsters.
As he backed away, he sent a Stunning Spell straight into the flames.
But the Stunning Spell struck the blossoming green fire and vanished instantly without a trace.
Skeletal Spirit Fire!
Tris narrowed his eyes, recognizing this dark magic. It was not exceptionally powerful, but it was viciously insidious. Of the many forms of dark magic Voldemort knew, this was one of his favorites.
Its ability to ignite flames directly within the bones made it particularly effective for torture. Spells like this had become favorites of Voldemort after his descent into madness.
"What kind of magic is that?" Harry sent a Binding Spell at him