Blood-vine Spell

After that harsh kick, Lin Li was still not satisfied. When he gripped the staff again, Gryffindor immediately felt a vigorous distortion of the magical waves around him. What followed was a persistent creaking sound. Before he could react, Gryffindor saw a formation of thick vines. It was as though they had their own lives when they stretched towards him at an insane speed. Then, he felt tightness on his body. It came from those vines, which wrapped him up in the blink of an eye.

"Let… Let me go!" The sudden attack gave Gryffindor a great shock. He had heard of the legendary Blood-vine Spell. Any living thing the blood vine entangled would have to fight until its last gasp. The blood vines would only stop after draining all the blood or amputating the affected body part of its victim…

Goddammit! How am I supposed to break free from this? Gryffindor already had the desire to die.