Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Only the green light, carrying boundless death, trembled as it flew toward Harry.
As though the scene were replaying itself, the same blinding green light suddenly surfaced in Harry's mind, along with a woman's desperate screams and sobs.
Harry was hurled backward, the light gone from his eyes as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
Zhang Xiao shot to his feet, his gaze locked on the Water Screen.
He was filled with shock and disbelief. Why hadn't Dumbledore stepped in? Why?
Why had Quirrell suddenly cast a Killing Curse?
Even though he had given Harry a secret weapon, it had only been a precaution. Whether it could actually block a Killing Curse was still an open question.
If it failed, could Harry's blood protection reflect another Killing Curse?
Wasn't Dumbledore afraid of taking this too far??
The other young wizards were still staring openmouthed as Harry went flying.
Since there was no sound, all they had seen was a flash of green light.
The three young wizards might have heard of the Unforgivable Curses, but they had certainly never seen them. Even Hermione failed to connect the green light with the Killing Curse right away.
Only Malfoy seemed to remember something. His expression changed abruptly, every trace of color draining from his face.
He even felt an instinctive revulsion toward Voldemort. Was a Dark Lord who threw around Killing Curses like a madman really a leader worth following for Pure-bloods???
Why was Potter so determined to get himself killed? And why hadn't Zhang stopped him? Had Weasley and Granger infected Zhang with their madness too?
Did they think being unafraid of death meant they could hold off the Dark Lord?
He suddenly remembered the meaningful look Zhang Xiao had given him at the