Watching the two locked in fierce combat, Gerald suddenly felt that the scenes in the films had been far too tame.
The battle before him was nothing like that.
At first, the two had merely tested each other, trading spells.
But as the fight went on, they seemed to have grown genuinely furious.
Helena swept her wand through a huge arc, and a blazing mass of orange-red flame burst from its tip. The fire twisted in midair, rapidly forming a gigantic firebird that spread its wings and swooped down at Lupin.
Lupin swung his wand at the same instant, flames bursting from its tip as well. They formed a fierce tiger no smaller than the firebird, which opened its jaws and lunged at the bird.
Was that Fiendfyre?
Gerald recognized it immediately. Fiendfyre was one of the most dangerous fire spells in Dark Magic.
In the original story, Crabbe had been burned alive in the Room of Requirement by the Fiendfyre he himself had cast.
The tiger and the bird collided in the clearing between the two combatants with a deafening crash.
The shock wave flattened every bush within a dozen meters. Sparks rained down from the sky, igniting the surrounding pines and dry grass, and the fire spread rapidly.
Set a forest on fire, and you'd spend the rest of your life in prison.
Definitely not something to encourage.
Gerald silently snarked to himself.
But in their current predicament, who had time to worry about what should or shouldn't be encouraged? Getting out of this forest alive would be good enough.
Lupin had clearly realized the danger of the fire getting out of control as well.
He pointed his wand skyward. Moisture rapidly condensed in the surrounding air, and within seconds, a dark cloud gathered overhead. Then fat raindrops