There were no special effects, thunder, lightning, flashes of light, or even heat in the chest. Just on my outstretched palm, from out of nowhere, a tiny red ball appeared, which grew to the size of a tennis ball very quickly. Crimson red. The color of blood. And the material of the ball, the liquid, spoke for themselves. Well, I'm not just some lord of tomato juice in the end? Although I shouldn't deny it right away.
Harry Potter: New World
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