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Seriously, the opinion the Potter Heiress had of their acting-Headmistress was close to zero at the moment. Professor McGonagall was unable or unwilling to handle her job of controlling the Gryffindors. She was not doing anything concerning pranks or bullying, not even when it became actively malicious. The Head of Gryffindor had not said anything when these sad excuses of Aurors were doing anything but their jobs. And now she had announced in a magical megaphone she was completely overwhelmed by the turn of events and left her meeting wide open for an ambush of the enemy.
And they wondered why the Light was losing the last war before the Longbottom miracle.
"You assume the Monster is able to deal with all the Professors at the same time."
"The Monster hidden in the Chamber of Secrets is a Basilisk backed by at least half a dozen elder Slytherins. In your opinion is one of the Professors able to deal with it before being turned to stone?"
This time Alexandra honestly regretted that Colin Creevey had been one of the first petrifaction victims. His camera would have been perfect to catch the unbelievable spectacle of their Defence Professor staring at them his mouth wide open. It was so comical the black-haired girl missed the two words coming out of the blonde-haired wizard 's mouth in a whisper.
"I'm afraid I've not heard what you said."
"I said free me, I will help you fight the Heir. However in case I don't survive this you will ensure my trunks are repatriated to this address." And the not-so-idiotic wizard recited in a rapid sentence the address of a house near Oxford. Certainly a safehouse for whoever he was spying for at Hogwarts.
"That can be arranged." Said Alexandra, though she didn't promise the trunks would not be opened and searched for important information first. Fake or not, Gilderoy Lockhart had not answered the important question of where his loyalties laid.
Twirling her wand, Alexandra cast a quick series of Diffindo on the vegetal ropes binding her adult prisoner. Grabbing his wand on the desk, she threw it to him. There was nothing clumsy or frivolous in the manner Lockhart caught the magical piece of wood, the wizard had evidently excellent reflexes and coordination.
"Oh, and Professor?"
"Yes, Miss Potter?"
"If you betray me, I will ensure personally that your death will make you regret not being devoured by the Basilisk. Understood?"
"Crystal clear," replied the blonde fake-fraud. In the best interests of his continued survival, Alexandra hoped he wasn't lying. Because after what had happened so far this year, she wasn't joking at all and would not hesitate to put him down.
"COMBUSTAE FLAMMA!"
The world went completely went out control. A massive section of the office burst into violet flames before shattering in a millions splinters. The books were consumed, the magical portraits screamed before being extinguished by the torrent of magic. Alexandra had just the time to utter "Parma!" but the only mini-shield she knew flickered and broke under the monumental shockwave. The second-year Ravenclaw was thrown out against the wall, took one flying book in the chest and the other in her face. Alexandra felt the taste of her own blood in her mouth, the pain in her back and legs. Still, some of Flitwick's sessions were worse than this.
Grabbing her wand which was lying one foot away, she stood up with difficulty and tried to see what had happened to Lockhart and Nigel. But as her equilibrium came back, her attention was diverted to the massive hole where the last spell had been shouted.
In the breach just created a dark figure advanced. While Alexandra could honestly say she had never seen the clothing with her own eyes, the descriptions in the Daily Prophet and the stories of older students were detailed enough to recognise the infamous accoutrement. Black robes and hood. Silver mask using snake-like traits. A costume which had become a symbol in itself of the last British civil war.
Death Eater.
"Die daughter of a Mudblood whore! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
The Death Eater look-alike should have begun with the incantation and not by the insult. Not that Alexandra was going to complain. What remained of Lockhart's desk was thrown in front of her attacker. The livid green light coming out of the wand collided mid-air with the wood furniture, sending more splinters and debris everywhere.
The Death Eater pushed a pathetic scream and looked stunned, as like if he couldn't believe the unblockable Killing Curse had been countered. Alexandra didn't see why, countless wizards throughout history had elevated this technique to the rank of art.
"Glacies Secare!"
The Ice-Saw Charm was a spell Alexandra had never used against a fellow student or a Professor in her life.
"PROTEGO!" Shouted her opponent, and the blue-green light collided with a colourless barrier. "Ha! Ha! You thought-"
Whatever new insult was coming from the Death Eater died on his lips in a scream of agony. His magical shield was perforated by Alexandra's spell, and the incantation which could be generously compared to an overpowered version of an ice-based Cutting Charm cut deeply into his legs. Yes, the main reason she hadn't used this spell on a live target lied in its shield-breaking capabilities. Contrary to the Diffindo, the Glacies Secare was a double-impact spell. Basic shields on average shattered at the first serious impact. Thus the bloody result.
The left leg of her enemy was badly mangled by the blue-green magical cutter. It was the lucky one. The right one was sliced into three parts, and the Death Eater fell on his back without having the chance to cast another curse.
"AAARGGGGHHH!" The charms imbedded in the clothes protecting the anonymity of the pure-blood murderer had failed. The hooded figure's voice was now revealed and sounded like the voice of an older boy...not that Alexandra cared any longer about that. By laws so old they were almost traditions in and of themselves, the witches and wizards using the Killing Curse were condemned to life-sentences in the pleasant resort named Azkaban Prison. But against an Heiress of a House represented in the Wizengamot, this was also an invitation to an honour duel.
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