In the sky, the two Patronuses roared and cried in unison, then collided even more fiercely. With an earth-shaking explosion, both were annihilated.
The shock wave shattered Malfoy Manor's protective barrier outright.
The Death Eaters hurriedly raised shields against the blast's aftermath, but Malfoy's front courtyard suffered terribly. It was torn apart as though a category-twelve typhoon had swept through, leaving utter devastation.
Lucius's heart bled at the sight.
Yet he had no time to mourn the damage, for the battle before him had taken another turn.
At the far end of the two waterspouts that blotted out the sky, the white-robed Dumbledore shouted at Shawn, who was enveloped in his Necromantic Shield.
"Show me your strongest spell! Otherwise, not one of your followers will escape today!"
The Death Eaters' expressions changed drastically. To be honest, each of them could fight ten men when victory was assured; those who could handle a losing battle were still sitting in Azkaban.
A few of the more cowardly ones tried to leave by Apparition.
But they were still within the manor's Anti-Apparition Jinx, and the magical energy in the surrounding air was in turmoil. Even if they escaped the front courtyard, they would not dare teleport recklessly.
Of course, some were already sneaking toward the courtyard.
On the battlefield, Shawn understood Dumbledore's intentions.
First, he wanted the Death Eaters to owe Shawn their lives.
Second, he wanted Shawn to display his strength and cow the troublemakers.
The Old Beekeeper probably also wanted him to reveal his true identity before these Death Eaters.
That was rather intriguing.
Shawn had no time to ponder it, because Dumbledore had already won their Water Prison clash in the middle.
He could only sweep his wand in a graceful arc, pouring all his magical energy into the faintly