Voldemort spat another mouthful of poisonous mist at Dumbledore.
This time, Dumbledore was a little slower to dodge. The instant the venom touched the golden-red flames around his body, most of them were eaten away again.
Dumbledore did teleport away once more.
But everyone could still tell that this new spell of Voldemort's was extremely difficult to deal with.
On the ground, Ron looked utterly miserable.
He had used his Magic Puppet's metal wings to block the droplets of venom falling from the sky and protect everyone else. He had looked impossibly cool doing it.
But a second look at his metal wings revealed that a large patch of their surface had already corroded away. Had the magic runes not been etched on the inside, that attack might have destroyed them outright.
Even droplets of that venom were so destructive to metal.
Harry simply could not figure it out. What kind of spell was this, to have such powerful effects? Not only did it possess both physical and magical properties, but it also inflicted both physical and magical damage?
Just as Harry and the others were marveling at the power of Voldemort's bizarre spell, Lupin and Jacob suddenly frowned together, then looked in the same direction.
Harry and the others noticed their unusual reactions and instinctively looked that way as well.
It was toward the Forbidden Forest.
In summer, mist began rising in the Forbidden Forest every afternoon. By night, it was so foggy that seeing anything more than a few yards away was difficult. Though the mist was not yet that thick, they could no longer make out what was happening inside.
Harry noticed nothing. He was just about to ask Lupin whether something had happened when vague shapes began appearing in the mist.
Then, a moment later, a