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With brutal strength fueled by hatred, Macnair — holding his axe above his head — delivered a ferocious blow against me.
The blade came down at high speed, slicing through the air with deadly intent. The instant the sharp weapon was just inches from my head, about to strike me, I took a swift step to the side, narrowly escaping an attack that would have claimed my life.
Almost at the same time I dodged the strike, I raised my arm with my wand. With precision and coldness, I swung the magical instrument horizontally, firing a silver spell from its tip.
*Bang!*
*Swish!*
Two sounds rang out in sync: the heavy thud of the axe crashing into the ground, kicking up dirt and debris, and the sharp, piercing whistle cutting through the air.
When the clash ended, we both remained standing in our positions for a moment. Even the nearby dark wizards stopped moving, watching us in a silence thick with tension.
And then, before the eyes of all the Death Eaters in the graveyard, Macnair's head separated from his body.
It hit the ground with a dull thud, rolling several feet before stopping near Malfoy's feet.
The mask that had hidden the dark wizard's identity had slipped off during the roll. Now uncovered, everyone could clearly see his lifeless face.
His expression was frozen, and his gaze revealed his final emotions before death: shock, horror, and disbelief.
The next moment, the Death Eater's headless body — which until now had still been standing, axe in hand — finally collapsed.
*Thump!*
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The silence that followed was almost tangible, laden with disbelief and panic. The entire battlefield was immersed in that tense and deadly atmosphere.
Everyone was in shock, unsure how to react to what had just happened.
Macnair, the man so proud of beheading his enemies, had met death in the exact same way: abrupt and cruel.
It was a tragic fate for him, but for me, nothing could have been more ironic… or more deserved.
"H-he... He..." Avery stammered, pale as he stared at the head on the ground before him.
"He... is dead," Malfoy said, confirming the obvious fact — a fact no one wanted to believe.
Faced with the death of one of their own, the Death Eaters felt rage and thirst for revenge, consumed by the desire to tear me apart. However, now that one of them had fallen to me, they became more cautious and fearful.
They finally realized I was not someone to be taken lightly. Not only did I have the strength to face them, but I was also willing to kill.
Because of that, none of them dared to initiate any attack against me, afraid of becoming my next victims.
Nott, still trying to staunch the bleeding of his severed arm, stared at the bloody stump. Complex emotions flickered across his face.
For an instant, a bitter feeling of relief appeared in his expression. Losing only an arm, compared to Macnair's fate, almost seemed like luck.
"Hmph." I let out a snort of contempt, noting the hesitant stares around me.
'As expected... these dark idiots are nothing but cowards' I thought coldly, 'These worms tremble just imagining Azkaban. So starting a fight that could cost their lives? Hah, no chance.'
'And I'm sure that if those here were the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, they would have attacked me the moment one of them fell.'
'In fact, they probably wouldn't even be in such a miserable situation as this.'
'Those damned madmen locked away are completely different from these weak cowards in battle... They're more lethal and aggressive, and far more skilled.' I pressed my lips together.
Shaking my head, I swallowed that thought with some discomfort.
I wasn't stupid. I had already begrudgingly accepted that my success in this great battle was mostly due to the incapacity of my opponents.
Of course, I wouldn't dismiss my own merit entirely. I had full confidence in my abilities and knew all my training had paid off.
However, I also knew I had only survived these fights because no one had truly gone all out — not Voldemort, who was not at full power, nor the Death Eaters, who underestimated me.
'Sigh. When the second blood war begins, things will definitely be different... And I need to be prepared for that,' I thought, with a firm and resolute gaze.
'Huh?'
Then, as if to bring my attention back to the present moment, I felt a powerful and mystical magic enter my radar.
'Heh... you finally arrived,' I smiled faintly, recognizing that specific and pure magic. Happiness and relief were the emotions surging within me.
"Screeeee!"
A bird's cry pierced the graveyard. Soon after, golden and crimson flames exploded in the sky, illuminating the entire place with a blazing glow.
From within the fire in the sky emerged a majestic phoenix, descending in a triumphant flight. Its song echoed like a wave of hope, uplifting the good-hearted and making the wicked tremble.
With the appearance of this magical creature, time itself seemed to stop.
Around us, the remaining Death Eaters recoiled, shocked and terrified.
To them, the presence of Fawkes could only mean that reinforcements for Harry and me had finally arrived.
Moreover, the pure, benevolent light magic of the immortal bird — beyond calming and inspiring the good — also weakened and suppressed those with corrupted hearts.
Because of this, these dark wizards — already shaken by the death of a comrade — now felt the pressure on them grow even heavier.
Looking at the witches and wizards around me, I could sense their fear and unease. Any intention of fighting or courage they might have had had completely evaporated.
'Well, looks like I can finally relax a little,' I thought, no longer keeping my instincts and senses stretched to the maximum.
Since I no longer needed to stay fully alert against the dark wizards, I turned my gaze toward the great and important duel inside the golden dome.
And with just one look, I could tell that the clash of wills and magic was nearly finished.
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Meanwhile, inside the dome, the pressure both wizards felt was intensifying with every second.
Harry felt as though his mind was being crushed by a giant, making him falter slightly. Yet the shadows of the dead formed a circle around him, protecting him.
"Harry, you can do it! Keep pushing!" urged the ghostly image of his mother.
She had her hand over his, which held his wand, helping him stay steady in the duel. Her eyes on him were filled with affection, love, and trust.
"Yes, son, you just need to hold on," his father said, standing supportively at his side.
And Harry, feeling the love and support of his parents, grew even more determined to win this struggle.
"Screeeee!"
The Boy-Who-Lived, staring determinedly at Voldemort, heard the cry of a bird.
Right after, he felt a warm and comforting sensation fill his body, both energizing and calming him.
Surprised and confused, he looked up — and what he saw was Fawkes slowly descending over the graveyard, spreading his majestic wings, casting light across the entire battlefield.
"Ugh!" With the phoenix's arrival, Voldemort — a being wholly devoted and saturated with darkness and malice — felt weak.
That sudden vulnerability became the final, decisive point in the duel.
Sensing his growing strength, as well as the Dark Lord's weakness, Harry realized this was the moment.
And then, the golden boy acted, focusing and channeling all his strength, magic, and everything else he had into his golden beam.
"Aargh!" From his throat burst a roar of pure emotion... of loss. Of love. Of conviction and hope.
With that, all the energy contained in the Priori Incantatem connection was brutally forced onto Voldemort.
'NO!' Voldemort screamed internally, grinding his teeth in both effort and rageful frustration.
Yet everything he tried was in vain — he had already lost the battle.
Before everyone's eyes, the magical barrier shook. Cracks of golden light spread across its surface and into the air like shattering glass.
*Vroooom!*
Then, with a mighty magical surge, the Priori Incantatem connection broke. All its power struck Voldemort directly, throwing him violently backward.
And as soon as it happened, the dome that had trapped them exploded with a deafening roar, finally releasing them from the duel.
End.
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