Bellatrix's death clearly affected the battle nearby. Harry fought with mounting courage, the fourth-year wizard actually keeping the terrified Carrow siblings firmly suppressed.
There was nothing flashy about it. Harry simply wielded a Disarming Charm he had honed to perfection.
The longer the Carrow siblings fought, the more frightened they became. They had never seen a Disarming Charm like this. There was no fixed wand movement; the boy opposite them seemed able to cast it from any position.
Those Disarming Charms came from fiendishly tricky angles. Most absurdly of all, whatever spell they fired could be intercepted by a Disarming Charm when they least expected it.
Yes, spells could collide with other spells, but blocking the Avada Kedavra I'd practiced for over a decade with a Disarming Charm? Wasn't that going a bit too far?
When Bellatrix's scream rang out, Harry's eyes lit up. He pressed his lips together and swept his wand in a huge arc, as though swinging an axe to chop down a tree.
A dazzling red flash blazed and vanished. The Carrow siblings felt their arms go numb and involuntarily released their grips.
They shot Harry a venomous look, glanced fearfully toward Bellatrix, then fled into the fog without looking back.
Harry instinctively wanted to pursue them, but he wanted even more to know how Dudley and Neville were doing.
Turning around, he spotted Bellatrix lying in a pool of blood and stared at the two boys, dumbfounded.
Neville and Dudley stood back to back, one reaching behind himself to slide his sword into the sheath on his back, the other slowly returning his sword to the sheath at his waist.
Their faces were filled with desolate loneliness...
It was only because Zhang Xiao wasn't there. Otherwise, he would definitely have dubbed them Dudley Ximen and