Contest

The skies over the British countryside had transformed into a battlefield, the dark canvas streaked with curses and glowing spells. Harry, gripping his broom with white knuckles, glanced back at the pursuing Death Eaters, their faces twisted with malice.

Harry managed to stun one with a well-placed Stupefy, but it barely made a difference as another Death Eater swooped in to replace him.

Then, something changed.

The air seemed to thicken, a palpable tension rippling across the night. A dark mist swirled into existence just behind one of the Death Eaters. From the gloom emerged Jason's Hunter, its form otherworldly and its presence oppressive. The beast's low growl resonated through the air like the sound of grinding stone, paralyzing the Death Eater mid-spell. The man's wand slipped from his trembling fingers as the Hunter's glowing eyes fixed on him.

Harry: [wide-eyed, shouting] "What the bloody hell is that?!"

Hagrid: [bellowing over the wind] "Don't care what it is, Harry! It's on our side, so let it do its thing!"

The Hunter leapt with eerie grace, closing the distance in an instant. A Death Eater raised their wand to retaliate, but before they could cast a spell, the Hunter hurled a shadowy orb that exploded on impact. The Death Eater was flung off their broom, their screams echoing as they fell into the void below.

As Harry and Hagrid pressed forward, the screech of Hedwig drew Harry's attention. His loyal owl dove in, talons bared, slashing at a Death Eater's face who was lining up a curse.

Harry: [calling out] "Hedwig! Get back!"

But before the Death Eater could retaliate, the Hunter intervened again, hurling a shadow ball that struck with a deafening crack. The Death Eater was engulfed in darkness and fell, lifeless.

Harry: [breathlessly] "Good girl, Hedwig..."

Miles away, the wind shifted. Voldemort, hovering above the earth like a specter, felt the change in the air. The whisper of his servants' struggles reached him, and his crimson eyes narrowed toward one direction .

Voldemort: [softly, to himself] "Potter..."

With a swirl of his cloak, Voldemort vanished into black mist, racing toward his prey.

Back in the sky, Harry and Hagrid were gaining ground when Voldemort appeared, materializing out of nowhere like a phantom. The air grew colder, the sheer malice of his presence oppressive.

Harry: [tightening his grip on his wand] "It's him. It's Voldemort!"

The Dark Lord's wand moved like a serpent striking, firing a streak of green light toward Harry. Harry barely managed to counter with a spell of his own. The two spells collided mid-air, locking in a dazzling beam of raw energy. The tension between them crackled, and in a surge of desperate magic, Harry managed to destroy Voldemort's wand, shattering it into fragments.

In the distance, Jason watched the chaos unfold. His red Sharingan eyes tracked every detail as the situation escalated.

Jason: [muttering to himself] "This is going to be a bloody headache... I still haven't mastered this yet."

He took a deep breath, focusing his magic. His body began to shimmer, then transformed into a streak of pure electricity, cutting through the night sky with blinding speed.

Jason materialized beside the motorcycle . Voldemort's sharp gaze turned toward him, and a cruel smile curled his lips.

Hagrid sensing his opportunity push the button . The motorcycle roared, flames bursting from its thrusters as Hagrid pushed it forward. Jason, however, wasn't moving. His hand crackled with electricity, ready to fire, while Voldemort's spare wand , he had taken glowed with green light.

Both launched their spells simultaneously—Jason's electricity surged forward like a thunderclap, meeting Voldemort's Avada Kedavra in a clash of blinding energy. The air hummed with the strain of their combined power as the two beams pushed against each other, creating a storm of sparks and crackling noise.

Jason gritted his teeth, feeling the immense pressure as Voldemort's power began to overwhelm him.

Flying as they are locked in a battle of contest ,they reach a power grid .Desperate, Jason reached out with his abilities, drawing on a nearby power grid. Lightning arced through the air, feeding his spell and pushing Voldemort's curse back.

Voldemort: [growling, his voice venomous] "You think raw power will save you, boy? Foolish."

The stalemate dragged on until Jason's Sharingan caught movement in the distance—more Death Eaters were approaching. Calculating the odds in an instant, Jason made his decision. he pushed more in spell destroying the wand .His body shimmered again, and he transformed into electricity, shooting away from the battle.

Voldemort's spell fizzled as Jason disappeared. He hovered in the air, his expression unreadable, staring at the wreckage of his second wand.

Voldemort: [hissing, low and menacing] "This isn't over..."

The night grew still again, save for the distant roar of a motorcycle retreating into the horizon.

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