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Chapter 481 - Chapter 317 Ambush (POV Fleur Delacour) (Part 6)

POV Fleur Delacour

The blood-red beam slammed into the blue haze of the barrier, for a while it seemed to blur into it, as if it was dissolving, literally just making contact with the shield. But in a few seconds, it became clearly visible: the beam was gradually overcoming the barrier. Meanwhile, the mage was enveloped in a purple cocoon of eerie luminescence, red-black lightning flashed across it, and a low rumbling sound appeared.

But whatever the mage was up to, he was not destined to finish: the beam, saturated with power (it was clear from the brightness and saturation of the color of the beam), overcame the shield and reached its target, immediately bending the body with a terrible cramp — literally a "bridge". The mage screamed and then squealed, his body twisting and turning until Sora stopped the torture by stepping back.

The unfinished sorcery had gone wild, spontaneously manifesting itself in the destruction around the man, but it was he who did most of the damage. The cloak burst into flames in several places, and in one place it was torn to shreds, finally revealing the mage's leather armor. But it didn't stop there.

Various elemental forces continued to strike the armor, and the protective runes on the leather and metal flared violently, absorbing or deflecting threats, but they didn't last long, and soon the armor suffered the fate of the cloak — it began to tear-burn-slash-slash and do damage in other ways. Fleur saw that the mage was using some kind of protective artifacts that removed the most dangerous effect several times.

She wondered why he was saving himself when it was clear that Sora would not let him go and would seek answers to his questions by any means necessary. Wouldn't it be easier just to die? Unclear. Perhaps these actions are caused by a mundane instinct?

Well, the former thoughts and moods were safely erased by "Confundus", and then he had no time to think, and now he acts on instinct alone? Okay, if he survives, the girl will ask her fiancé for permission to clarify the matter herself... well, or with the help of her mother if the "nut" is too strong.

After a few minutes, the body of the enemy lay on the ground, partly burnt, partly cut up, shaking from painful convulsions, moaning weakly, but even to her inexperienced eye, Fleur was sure that there was nothing irreparable in the enemy's condition, so she would probably get an answer to her question.

And judging by a few curses in Italian, the object was conscious as well. Interesting specimen! By this time, the girl had already come out of her hiding place and now had the pleasure of watching the enemy's struggle from quite close.

— Well, was it worth it? — the guy asked philosophically, watching the mage's agony indifferently. — You're always like that: first you make a big fuss, and then... eh, I don't even want to say it! — The guy waved his hand sadly. — Fleur, seal him in your ring, will you? Everything he had that was even remotely dangerous or useful has been destroyed, so of course he's not a threat until he wakes up. In the meantime, I'm going to take a look at that big guy's body. .....

Without waiting for an answer, the guy walked over to the partially frozen body and bent over it. The girl stood up so that she could watch her fiancé out of the corner of her eye, took out a ring, put it on the mage and began to recite the spell — just like Sora, with a gesture, she couldn't work with such artifacts yet, so she used a cheat sheet — the spell was read on a piece of paper.

Here, the last words, the last spiral swing, and "piercing" the spiral in the center, a soft flash, and the body disappears, and the ring is in the girl's hand. Towards the end, she had to concentrate more, so she was distracted, and when she turned around, she noticed that Sora was being attacked by another enemy. Almost silently, the two figures literally skipped across the clearing several times, jumping ten meters, if not more.

There was simply no time for the girl to realize what was happening, as the two figures literally disappeared into space, leaving behind a trail of sparks and remnants of magic. A leap, a scattering of sparks and a flash of light, a leap, a flash, a leap, sparks and another flash scattered the figures in different directions and hit the cup — the goal of the last Triwizard Tournament. The girl's brain suddenly begins to work on a whole new level — it's as if she's watching herself from the outside.

Her hand is raised to the discarded enemy, who is trying to get up on his broken legs, his bloody hand resting on the ground. Fleur doesn't look at him, just a quick glance as the new enemy hits the ground. "Avada Kedavra," whispered what sounded like someone else's lips. A cold green flash and nothing else to distract the girl from what was happening to her fiancé.

The goblet had been damaged in the fight, but the girl had never heard of ordinary portal charms causing such effects. And so the Frenchwoman's suspicion fell on the strange multicolored flashes and sparks that came from Sora's forearm. He himself was wounded, but not as badly as his enemy, but there were three wide lacerations on his arm, "probably this blow caught some artifact of the guy" — the Consciousness summed up.

The guy tried to rip off his clothes, tear his sleeve to get to the cause of this effect, but for some reason he couldn't do it (well done on the protective properties of the equipment). Meanwhile, the chalice was literally crumpled, a silver-blue glow spilled around it, enveloping Sora, lifting him into the air as the guy tried to reach the artifact, and rising higher and higher. Soon, something like a black void formed behind his back, with natural cracks and distortions spreading through the room. There was no sound at all, as if the expanding core of blackness into which he was slowly being drawn was absorbing all sound.

Here, Sora is literally at the edge of failure, his body bent, distorted, but judging by his face, no unpleasant sensations. Fleur felt her head literally split open, her face felt hot, but she could not find a way to save the guy. Here, the cracks-distortions abruptly widened, the darkness literally spilled out of them, flooding the sphere of space the guy was in.

CLAP! And silence. As if nothing had ever happened. Fleur froze with her wand raised, her lips trembling against her will, her eyes blurred, a dull pain spilling into her chest and her insides freezing with the gradual realization of what had happened: she couldn't! She let it happen! It was her fault! She was useless.

Suddenly, in an unexpectedly sure and smooth movement, her hand goes up to her temple, all that's left is to wish, and it will be over. No, first she will say goodbye to him, and then....

She felt a blow to the back of her head and her consciousness left her.

She didn't see the wall of the dome fall down (a joint work of Shikigami and the people outside), she didn't notice that several mages and sorceresses who had been trying to open the magic dome for some time were jumping up to her.

And even she, lost in grief, did not notice that the distortions had not completely disappeared: the breakthrough of "Darkness" or "Void" had collapsed, but the matter of space had not calmed down, it was trembling, rippling, like the water in a pond disturbed by a light breeze....

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