Dolohov crashed to the ground, disbelief and fear written across his face.
And this scene was no more than a barely noticeable corner of the battlefield. Of course, some people noticed someone standing in the protagonists' way, but caught up in their own fights, all they could see was the Death Eater blocking Potter and the others fall.
Harry and Hermione, however, were closest to this part of the battlefield.
They had also clearly heard the incantation that brought down this notorious Death Eater.
"Is he dead?" Harry asked, trembling.
"I don't know."
Su Er took a breath. It had taken several spells in succession, exploiting the Death Eater's arrogance and carelessness, to bring Dolohov down. Although the Killing Curse could kill outright, it needed a foundation of intense negative emotion to achieve instant death.
But he was not, after all, an evil dark wizard whose head was filled with nothing but killing and endless torture.
As for whether the desire for revenge counted as a negative emotion?
Su Er did not know, nor did he have time to check whether Dolohov was alive or dead. Even if he had been lucky enough to survive this time, that was fine. There would be another chance.
Just as he turned to break the light barrier over the doorway, the battle between Sirius and Bellatrix was approaching fever pitch.
The two traded blows.
"Is that all?" Sirius sidestepped the red light Bellatrix sent back at him, retaliating with a streak of white light as he jeered loudly,
"My dear cousin."
"You're no better, my dear cousin. All these years, and you haven't improved at all." Bellatrix flicked the white light away with her wand, her steps rather unhurried.
She, too, now noticed that Dolohov had fallen. Muttering a curse at the useless