A blinding green light shot toward Horton. He reacted quickly, immediately using magic to block it. His magic, however, crumbled under a single strike from the other man's Killing Curse. The green magic hurtled toward Horton again.
Still, that brief obstruction gave Horton just enough time to dodge the spell by the narrowest of margins.
"Useless!" The vicious voice from before rang out again.
Harry saw the cloaked figure tremble slightly, then wave his wand again the next instant, casting Avada Kedavra once more. He cast so quickly that Horton had no time to react this time.
But just as Harry thought Horton was about to die, a cold, stern voice rang out nearby. "Ultimate Death."
A dazzling red light shot out and blocked the Killing Curse. Harry whipped his head around and saw Weir Hallen, that loathsome Headmaster of Nagudinnaf, standing behind him and Horton.
He had just blocked the cloaked man's Killing Curse with another powerful spell Harry had never heard of.
"Aha, something interesting really is happening!" Weir Hallen looked around with a delighted smile. "But where is the opportunity?"
"Who are you?" Seeing Weir Hallen block his magic with ease, the cloaked man knew he would be difficult to deal with. Rather than attack immediately, he questioned him cautiously.
The moment he spoke, however, Harry was startled.
"It's you!" Harry pointed at the cloaked man, his face full of shock and disbelief. "How are you still alive?"
When he had heard the man chanting spells earlier, Harry had thought the voice sounded familiar, but he had not dared believe it. Hearing him speak now further confirmed his suspicions.
The man before him was actually Peter Pettigrew, whom the Ministry of Magic had declared dead.
Peter ignored Harry and continued staring fixedly at Weir Hallen. He could