Before the organization brought Korman into the fold, he had never respected anyone.
But today, he felt a little convinced. How could a sixteen-year-old student have mastered magic as advanced as the Holy Spirit Barrier?
The moment Harry cast it, Korman was at a loss. Eight out of ten of his spells involved soul attacks-the form of magic Night Demons excelled at. Ordinarily, this alone let Korman gain at least a little advantage against anyone.
But now? Well, that was that!
And that was not the end of it. After summoning the Holy Spirit Barrier and confirming that the Horror-Screaming Wail really had no effect, Harry began his counterattack.
His wand flicked, and an incantation spilled rapidly from his lips.
Biazis, who had intended to close in, immediately stopped in his tracks. Until now, Harry had used almost all his magic without a wand or magic. The first spell he had used an incantation for was the Holy Spirit Barrier. Biazis knew that spell: it was powerful ancient protective magic.
He did not know the specifics-as a dark creature, a werewolf, he really could not learn white magic like that. But one look at Korman's expression, as though he had swallowed a mouthful of shit, told him the spell had to be incredibly powerful to leave Korman feeling helpless for a moment.
And now Harry was chanting again. What powerful spell was it this time?
Biazis possessed a caution rarely found in ordinary werewolves. Perhaps that was one reason he was stronger than other werewolves. Faced with an unknown danger, his immediate choice was to stop for the moment and observe the situation.
Caution ought to have been a good attitude, but a good attitude did not always bring good results.
It was like Harry, a Gryffindor: although most of