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Harry Potter: New World

It is enough just to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whether a series of accidents, or a coincidence, but now I have to be reborn in a completely different world. A forced entity that controls the flows of souls in one of the branches of the worlds, contrary to its desire and dislikes for "anomalies", is obliged to give out powers and bonuses - these are the rules. What will life be like for someone who was not destined to survive? If you want to support me or read ahead: https://www.patreon.com/HPMan At least one chapter every day!

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Chapter 98

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We moved on, but...

"Well, look who's here!" Draco Malfoy himself stepped out of the shack with a smug grin, stretching his words imposingly.

His eternal company followed him, but this time I spotted two more older boys out of the corner of my eye. They seemed to be Slytherins, too, and... Oh, Marcus Flint. He stayed for the second year. Besides them, Draco had Crabbe and Goyle next to him. Oh, there's Nott and Greengrass Sr. nearby, too! An interesting team.

"Oh, Draco! What spell are you going to show off today?" exclaimed Hermione cheerfully, as if putting on a "mask." Though, so it was - it was her image.

"You can grin all you want, mudblood! Today we're going to clearly demonstrate your place. Yours and your friend's!"

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle arrogantly and insolently approached us. The disposition was a triangle. We are on one corner, Slytherins on the other two.

"So that's why you brought your senior comrades?"

"How could a true Slytherin pass up such an opportunity?" snorted Malfoy.

"Yes? Is this the concept of purebred honor?" I asked calmly, getting up so that the seniors were against me, and Hermione was on the left, at the front of Malfoy and company. Nott and Greengrass, apparently, will not participate. In a low whisper, I asked Hermione: "Can you handle them?"

Only a nod in response.

"It would be too much of an honor for the mudblood if we had a fair duel here. What do you guys think, curse them and leave them in the shack?"

"Heh-heh," Crabbe and Goyle laughed behind him.

"That's what we'll do!" Malfoy grabbed his wand and pointed at us. "Of course, we, out of kindness, will show superiority in knowledge as well. Exp..."

Time seemed to slow down, and too many actions began to take place in one subjective unit of it.

Hermione acted very quickly. A brief moment, and she was already aiming her wand at Malfoy with a smile. A moment more, and the silent "Ictus" incredibly quickly flew off from her wand. Flint and his comrade were quick to pull their wands out, sending a Stupefy each, but I was already creating a Protego, running my fingers along my wand and putting my hand out to the side. Stupefy rays smashed into the Protego's film from my left hand, and I pointed to the ground in front of the boys with my right.

"Bombarda."

The explosion of the earth threw clods of earth towards the guys, but they hid behind Protego.

"Reducto, Expeliarmus, Reducto," with small movements, I only indicated the beginning and end of the spells.

Reducto's beam flew through the clods of dirt and earth still hanging in the air, breaking the guys' general Protego and letting in the disarming and another Reducto. Marcus's wand was literally twisted out of his hands, and the second Reducto, hitting his comrade, worked as a powerful repulsive.

"Ictus Reditum."

A quick, transparent clot of Air Fist flew into the guy who was still flying through the air and worked as an impact spell with a reverse vector. The guy was carried towards me like a beckoning spell. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hermione. With a couple of smooth movements, she dodged some simple spells of Crabbe and Goyle, which stubbornly protected Malfoy groaning on the ground. Realizing that they miss their spells, they put out rather powerful hemispheres of Protego. Did they count on Marcus's help? It is necessary to finally knock them out.

"Incarcero, Ictus," I threw at Marcus's friend, still flying but almost touching the ground. The boy was instantly entangled in thick ropes, and another air fist knocked both his spirit and his wand out of him.

Marcus rushed to his wand - I did not set the task of intercepting it with Expelearmus, only knocking it out. I interrupted a long jump, even a dive of the guy for a stick forward, with a simple but very strong Reducto. The peculiarity of his striking effect on a live target in an instantaneous moment of the applied force - Marcus, as if his head drove into the wall, immediately passed out.

Crabbe and Goyle were clearly shocked, but they held the powerful Protego, and Hermione, with a brief glance at the knocked out older guys, strode imposingly toward the fat guys, tapping her wand on her shoulder. But I know this sly girl will react faster than any of them and even argue with me in reaction.

"What funny boys..." smiled Hermione.

Nott took out his wand and wanted to do something. However, without changing either direction of movement or manner, Hermione simply jerked her wrist with a wand, swiping quickly into the air. Nott's wand flew out of his hand and went somewhere down the gentle slope.

"No, no, stop and don't move!"

Hermione shook her finger at Nott. It was funny to see how he swallowed in the most natural way, took a step back. Another step. Greengrass, who was standing nearby, looked at him with incomprehension, and the next moment ... Nott ran.

"Hey, where are you going?! Ha-ha-ha," shouted after him, Hermione. "Iktus, Iktus Reditum, Glisseo."

The forward and backward air fists knocked Nott off his feet and sent him flying back to us. The ice path under the guy enchanted by Glisseo did not allow him to stop. He literally rolled under the feet of Crabbe and Goyle, stopping next to Draco. Now they are not alone and groan in pain in sync.

"Are you going to stand like this?"

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged glances but didn't remove Protego, only nodded. I pointed my hand to the sky and swung the warmth in my chest, directing it to the wand, exactly repeating one of my experiments.

"Stupefy."

A hail of blue projectiles flew off the wand, scattering sparks all around. They flew toward the fatties but into the sky, chaotic and unthreatening. The fatties seemed determined not even to look at them, for they flew past. When a dozen clots flew behind Crabbe and Goyle, I focused my vision and attention on the guys. The clots hit them sharply and very quickly in the back, uncovered by the Protego hemisphere. Only a couple hit the target, but it was enough to knock the guys out. The rest of the clots only blasted the ground just a little - such was the effect of Stupefy into the dense, loose surface.

"That's it?" Hermione looked around at the carnage. "I was just getting started! Come on..."

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