Darcie and Dumbledore - The Legendary Duo! (II)

Darcie's feet dug into the floor and she shot toward the Werewolves like a phantom.

Fast! Dumbledore's blue eyes followed the blurring young girl. He again looked at the emptied vials and sniffed. Strengthening Potions… Just how potent were the potions in the two vials?

Darcie didn't give him much time to think, though.

She landed in front of the werewolf at the forefront.

The beast couldn't process what was going on, but it still opened its jaws, thick, foamy saliva dripping off its long fangs.

Brazilian Warlock —

Darcie put her entire weight on her right leg and spun, her shoed, left foot kissing the beast's mouth.

Crack!

The werewolf's lower jaw came loose. Not only that, the force behind the kick was so great that the entire beast, weighing over five times Darcie's size, spun furiously midair.

It didn't end here, though.

Darcie grabbed the spinning creature, her little fingers digging right into its hardened flesh. Then, gritting her teeth, she spun on her feet and threw the werewolf at the incoming wave of beasts.

The single werewolf took down three others with it, all sliding back, creating a bigger gap.

— Magical Combat Technique!

Standing near the Common Room's entrance, Dumbledore's bluish-black eyes glowed even fiercer. Now he remembered why the use of Strengthening Potions felt so familiar.

There was a community of Warlocks in Brazil's Amazon Rainforest who were masters of Magical Combat using various potions, the Strengthening Potion being the chief among them.

Dumbledore himself had visited and marveled at their unorthodox style many times.

However, the Warlocks of the community frowned upon teaching others, calling it a generational crime punishable by death.

How did she manage to convince them?! Dumbledore thought, stunned, looking at the young Malfoy. How did she manage to learn their style so minutely at her age?!!

Questions and questions, one more shocking than the last.

Yet, no answer. Not logical, at least.

Try not to hold me back…

Dumbledore smiled.

Two werewolves hacked at Darcie from left and right, their claws flashing like steel in the darkness.

Dumbledore waved his wand. Two ropes mineralized in thin air and coiled themselves around the beasts' wrists, canceling their huge momentum.

Standing between them, Darcie grinned.

She put her hands on the floor, lifted her feet, and spun, shattering the werewolves' jaws and sending them flying into the passage's walls.

Aooouuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Arghh-ghh!!

The werewolves howled, growling at her.

Two more of the creatures lunged at her.

One fell from above while the other came straight for her with its arms wide open. With Darcie's stature, it would be impossible to counter both of them effectively.

Dumbledore waved his wand like hammering something.

From the top of the falling werewolf, the roof shook. A block of stone shot down and hit the wolf's back, ramming it into the wolf that was going straight for the little girl.

Darcie's eyes lit up.

Her arms still on the floor, she tightened her grip on the marbles and spun, executing a modified version of Spinning Hook Kick.

With their faces pressed one upon another, the kick landed on their heads and slammed the werewolves into the left wall.

Boom!

By the time another beast came for her, Darcie had already landed on her feet.

However, instead of getting up, she pushed the floor with her toes, almost sliding on the earth like a snake. She grabbed the ankles of the beast, its claws swiping nothing but air.

Then, under the stunned gaze of Dumbledore, Darice stood up, lifting the entire beast with her.

Veins popped up on Darcie's forehead, hands, and legs, her shoes bursting apart.

"Haa!" Darcie let out a shout and slammed the beast down.

Crac-ck-kkkk!

A tremor ran through Darcie, pinning her at the place.

As this was her first time using the Combat Technique in a real fight, she had failed to grasp the true measure of strength when combined with her own adrenaline rush.

The werewolves had lost their humane reasoning.

Yet, the beasts knew when the prey was at its weakest.

Four werewolves pushed themselves to the maximum speed and came at her from four directions. Their claws and fangs were out. The smell they oozed out was nauseating. The bloodlust they directed at the girl was heart-palpating.

Dumbledore lifted the Elder Wand, his heart thumping inside his old chest.

Then he saw something that made his hand stop, hanging in the air.

The girl… was still smiling.

From inside of her shirt, a piece of black cloth rippled out.

From afar, the tiny black cloth looked harmless and puny compared to the incoming beast from the front. However, in the very next moment, it enlarged, becoming a black veil of darkest night.

Dumbledore's heart reached to his throat as he sensed the vileness in the passageway.

The beasts, whose senses had heightened because of the transformation, fared even worse. The Werewolf coming from the front just turned around and began running opposite, growling like a scared puppy.

Even the other three Werewolves coming at Darcie got rooted to their spots, their eyes reflecting the Lethifold.

It wasn't the end of the shocking turn of events.

Lilith had created a brief gap, letting Darcie catch her breath.

Dumbledore saw the craziest scene, then. A scene he would remember for days, keeping him occupied.

In Darcie's right hand was a Wand, letting out tiny green bolts of lighting. Her left hand was still holding the werewolf she had slammed on the floor, her fingers tightening around its ankle.

Darcie rammed the werewolf in her left hand like a toy into the beast coming her from left, slamming both of them into the wall. Her wand hand flashed, a green flash hitting the beast's chest that was coming from her right.

Boommmmmmmm!

One werewolf left.

It was coming from her blind spot.

Suddenly, the Wand in her right stirred, casting magic on its own. A magic that Darcie had cast several times on herself.

Her long, golden-white hair lengthened, becoming white snakes.

Before the werewolf could know what happened, the snakes coiled around the beast, plunging their fangs into its flesh. The power within the snakes was so great that the monstrous beast couldn't even fall, but kept hanging midair.

Darcie casually turned around, red veins slithering in her eyes.

And punched.

…

Dumbledore walked toward the girl sitting on the floor, taking care of the leftovers.

She couldn't even stand up properly, he noticed. The Lethifold fluttered down, becoming a scarf around her neck. It gently caressed her cheek, making her smile.

Madam Villanelle had already told him about the creature as it shared the same characteristic as Fawkes. Still…

"It wasn't wise," Dumbledore told her, "using two of those potions in one go."

Darcie looked up and met the Headmaster's gaze. She couldn't see him at all. There was a blackness in her eyes, her mind losing consciousness every second.

Dumbledore smiled. "Well done, Ms. Malfoy," he praised. "A 100 points to Slytherin…"

And then they heard the scream.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Both Darcie and Dumbledore's heads snapped, looking beyond the dungeons.

An ominous feeling rose in the Headmaster's mind, making him shiver. With a sense of urgency, he was about to Disapparate when the girl caught his leg.

"Take me… with you…" Darcie said, taking deep breaths. "It's Hermione…"

Dumbledore nodded and then they both disappeared, leaving behind a dozen werewolves sprawled listlessly in the narrow passageway.

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