Harry frowned, unsure what trick his opponent was trying to pull now.
Still, as far as he was concerned, whatever tricks his opponent used would have little effect against Fiendfyre.
Although Fiendfyre was less famous than the Killing Curse, it was far more dangerous.
Apart from a very limited few spells, all other magic would be devoured by Fiendfyre's black flames, making them grow even larger.
Few people used Fiendfyre because it was far too dangerous and difficult to control. One careless mistake could hurt the caster before it hurt anyone else.
But none of that was a problem for Harry now. He could already use Fiendfyre proficiently, whether for attack or defense.
The Fiendfyre Flower blooming like petals around him at that moment was the best proof.
Although achieving this was somewhat difficult even for Harry as he was now, if he was going to show off, he might as well go big.
And given the scale of Harry's Fiendfyre, even Finite Incantatem would not be enough. The flames he had already spread were simply beyond one person's ability to suppress.
Did his opponent have some other way to suppress Fiendfyre? Harry thought rapidly.
As a spell that had emerged during the transition between Ancient Magic and new-generation magic, Fiendfyre possessed characteristics of both. Very few new-generation spells could suppress it.
But among Ancient Magic, there really were a few.
Was his opponent preparing to use Ancient Magic?
At the thought, Harry even felt a little excited.
Yes, genuinely excited!
After obtaining the Ravenclaw and Slytherin Inheritances, Harry had actually spent a period absorbing their contents at a less than impressive pace. Although he could cast many of the spells, his mastery of them was not particularly satisfactory.
Granted, he possessed Ravenclaw's experience and proficiency, but there was still