Lucius had undoubtedly been extremely cautious with his defensive magic. He thought that even if Harry was fairly powerful, this would be enough. After all, he had faced Harry once around this time last year.
Back then, he had still been able to suppress Harry easily. If Harry had not pulled a sneaky move and hit him with a non-offensive spell like Overblown Blossoms, which he had failed to block, he felt he could even have helped the Dark Lord capture the slippery little brat.
But as a major bit player, he could not possibly imagine how absurdly overpowered a protagonist could become under the pen of a shameless author.
And so, Harry's Sword Beam Charm shattered Lucius's special Shield Charm in a single strike. If Lucius had not reacted quickly enough and dodged in time with a Lazy Donkey Roll, that blow would have cut him apart.
Even so, a large chunk of Lucius's meticulously maintained platinum-blond hair was sliced off.
The formerly elegant Lucius suddenly sported a half-shaved hairstyle that looked utterly ridiculous.
Unlike the fight between Harry and Lucius, which had been decided in an instant, Neville's and Bellatrix's spells collided in midair. One red and one purple, the two spells clashed, scattering shattered sparks of magic.
Clearly, though Neville's magical power was indeed in the top tier among students still at school, and could even be said to far surpass that of his peers, there was still an obvious gap between him and Bellatrix, one of the best among the Death Eaters.
The point where their spells met kept shifting toward Neville.
Bellatrix wore a deranged smile, her eyes crazed and scornful, like a jackal looking at a little white rabbit that had actually dared to challenge her.
Neville's chubby little face had flushed somewhat red,