As Quirrell saw Edward charging toward him without dodging, panic set in.
Even though he was clad in armor that Edward's spells couldn't pierce, Quirrell couldn't shake the feeling that this student possessed some strange, indescribable power.
Not to mention, Edward was shouting bizarre things like "I'm right here!" as he closed in.
Instinctively, Quirrell wanted to retreat, but his speed was no match for Edward's. Apparition didn't seem to work in this place either.
Voldemort had once taught him a way to transform into black smoke and fly without a broom or Apparition, but Quirrell hadn't mastered it yet.
All he could do was fling a chaotic barrage of spells forward.
But Edward moved with uncanny agility, leaving afterimages in the air that made it impossible for Quirrell to track him.
"Hit him, hit that boy! You useless fool!" Voldemort's voice barked in his head, making Quirrell even more frantic and rattled.
After missing yet another spell, Edward was now within three steps of him.
A massive sword of green magical energy had already formed in Edward's hand, swinging through the air with a whoosh.
Clang! Quirrell felt a tremendous force slam into his abdomen, knocking him back several steps before he could steady himself.
Yet his armor gleamed with a dark, protective sheen, leaving him unscathed.
"Don't be afraid! He can't hurt you! Kill him!" Voldemort's voice urged.
Quirrell's confidence began to return.
Edward couldn't harm him. No matter how well he dodged, his stamina would eventually run out.
But Edward, it seemed, was done dodging.
"That's right, feel the gap between us now?" Quirrell sneered.
"You'll soon learn what happens to those who dare defy Lord Voldemort!"
Quirrell carefully aimed his wand at Edward, Voldemort's arrogant voice echoing through the mist.
"I'm about to learn something, alright," Edward replied coolly, "but it's definitely not what you think."
"Listen—they're coming."
Edward's voice dropped to a cryptic whisper.
Quirrell, who had been about to unleash a wide-range destructive spell, froze, as did Voldemort's presence within him.
Who was coming?
The ground began to tremble, and faint sounds echoed from the distance.
Hoofbeats. Shouts. The clank of armor.
But the surrounding fog was so thick, nothing could be seen.
"Kill him now and get out of here! Hurry!" Voldemort's voice, usually so commanding, carried a hint of panic.
In Quirrell's moment of hesitation, the fog seemed to part, as if fleeing from something. The source of the sounds finally appeared.
Dozens of warhorses burst from the mist in a line, their eyes blazing with ghostly blue flames.
The lead knight raised a longsword, guiding the others, who lowered their lances in a storm-like charge, flashing like silver-gray lightning.
The mist seemed to freeze in their wake, grass and plants instantly coated in frost.
No battle cries—just the eerie silence of hoofbeats and clanking armor, growing louder, closer.
"*Confringo!*"
"*Depulso!*"
"*Avada Kedavra!*"
"*Avada Kedavra!*"
Quirrell frantically hurled spells at the charging knights, but every spell passed through them, vanishing into the fog.
Their charge didn't falter.
Terror flooded Quirrell's mind, the knights' forms growing larger in his eyes.
"Master, Master! What do I do?" he cried.
He had no idea where these knights came from or why they were attacking him.
"Idiot! It's that Bedivere boy!" Voldemort hissed.
But as the knights drew closer, Quirrell's fear of them overpowered his fear of Voldemort. He fired spell after spell, hoping one might work.
It was futile.
Five hundred meters. Two hundred meters. Closer.
As for Edward, he was now sprinting in the opposite direction, away from the knights.
His plan had worked—these knights weren't following his orders; they were after him.
This was the Wild Hunt his mother had spoken of!
Today, he'd finally seen these spectral knights in all their terrifying glory.
Ghosts? Maybe, but they were nothing like the Headless Hunt at Hogwarts, who'd charge through you and leave you unharmed.
The chill in the air and the prickling of his skin told Edward these Wild Hunt knights could absolutely affect the living.
If he couldn't hurt Quirrell, he'd let something that could do it for him.
But getting caught by the Wild Hunt himself? That was a price too steep.
So he ran, searching the misty expanse for a forest or building—anything to slow the knights' pursuit.
Quirrell, clueless, was consumed by despair.
"Aaah!" he screamed, the most blood-curdling sound Edward had ever heard.
Glancing back, Edward saw Quirrell collapse, Voldemort's presence at the back of his head gone.
One of the Wild Hunt knights held a translucent, writhing figure—Quirrell's soul, twisted in agony.
The knight gripped him like a farmer holding a chicken, Quirrell struggling uselessly.
"Edward, please! I was forced by Voldemort! He found me in the forests of Albania! I was bewitched! Have mercy—you call yourself a knight, don't you? Mercy's a virtue!" Quirrell begged, his voice desperate.
Edward just smiled.
Mercy? Not everyone deserved it.
"Forgiving you is Merlin's business," he said. "My job is to send you to him. Maybe these knights will take you there."
"Goodbye, Professor Quirrell."
Edward kept running, the knights still charging, their sights now set on him.
He was fast, his focus poured into his legs, but his senses screamed that the knights were gaining.
Panic crept in. Last time, he'd escaped because he was in a church the knights couldn't enter, and his Bedivere ancestor had guided him to the Mirror of Erised hidden there.
This time, he'd stumbled into an open wasteland, shrouded in fog, with no buildings in sight.
If the Wild Hunt caught him, he'd be joining Quirrell in Merlin's company.
No way was he letting that happen!
As he ran, he tried to picture Glastonbury Abbey in his mind.
After his first trip to this mirror world, Edward had scoured books for answers, but information on the misty realm was scarce. Even Hogwarts' ghosts knew little.
Still, he'd pieced together one thing: the places and scenes in this realm often reflected the thoughts or subconscious of those who entered.
Last time, his mind had conjured the abbey. This time, with Quirrell and Voldemort's presence clashing, they'd ended up in this barren wasteland.
Now, with Voldemort gone and Quirrell's soul taken, Edward was alone. If he could visualize a place, maybe he could make it appear.
Think! Think!
The hoofbeats grew louder, the air colder, biting at his lungs despite his knight's breathing training.
The abbey he'd been picturing seemed to slip further away.
Damn it!
Why were these knights so fast?
Why were they so fixated on him? Wasn't one soul enough to satisfy their Wild Hunt King?
Exhausted, Edward refused to give up, but options were running out.
If he was going to die, he'd do it like a knight—facing his enemy, not running.
He stopped, brows furrowed, raising his sword and wand toward the lances now just meters away.
He could almost see the faces beneath their helmets.
Suddenly, a deep, commanding shout rang out from the sky, as if something had shattered the realm's boundaries.
"*Accio!*"
A powerful force yanked Edward upward from his navel, lifting him into the air.
The space around him warped, and with a whoosh, he vanished.
The knights' lances pierced the spot where he'd stood.
Confused, the riders halted, milling about, searching for their lost target.
Edward's surroundings disappeared—knights, fog, everything.
He was in darkness, save for a single beam of light above.
He swam toward it, like a diver breaking the surface.
The light grew brighter, and then—
He opened his eyes to find it was just candlelight reflecting off a pair of glasses.
Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled through them, smiling down at him.
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