Chapter 92
Michael's rage spiraled into hysteria when he realized a child not even fifteen could defeat him.
"Damn you! Damn you!!! Where did you come from?! What have I done to deserve this?!" he screamed, flinging spells wildly.
He unleashed an offensive spell at Albert—the Sokoler curse—designed to freeze an enemy for a short period. When he saw it fail to even slow Albert, he escalated, sending a dual spell aimed to disarm, followed finally by a blazing fire spell meant to incinerate the boy alive.
Albert understood Michael's strategy immediately. The plan was simple: strip him of his wand, leaving him defenseless against the incoming fire spell. If successful, Michael believed Albert would be unable to cast the protective charm that had saved him before.
But things did not go as Michael intended. With precise control, Albert countered the fire spell effortlessly using his Skolbra charm, a spell designed to nullify another's magic.
Skolbra was notoriously difficult to master. Timing was critical: the caster had to react almost instinctively, launching the counter before the enemy spell reached them. Delay, and the spell would fail. This was why even skilled wizards rarely blocked a killing curse with it; most could not anticipate when the deadly strike would come.
Back on the battlefield, Michael staggered as Albert's spell struck true. The fire dissipated harmlessly into the air. And then—Michael saw the boy. Standing, composed, unscathed.
"Who is this person?!" Michael shouted in disbelief. "How… how is he this strong at such a young age?! I must get out of here! If I stay, I'll die! Curse this mission and curse the Ministry!"
Albert's face hardened. Calm, deadly serious, he said, "Do you think entering a battle is as easy as leaving it?"
Michael turned, horrified, and saw Albert raise his wand. A red glow shimmered along its tip.
"Damn it! I'm going to die!" Michael groaned.
"Remember this well," Albert warned, voice low and sharp. "Anyone who threatens my father pays the price."
With that, Albert launched a devastating offensive spell: Sicctosombra.
The curse tore through Michael, targeting bones and shredding flesh as if sliced by sharp blades, delivering excruciating pain that made even the strongest wish for death.
Sicctosombra had been invented by Professor Severus Snape during his time at Hogwarts. Snape had created it to defend himself against bullies like James Potter and Sirius Black. Sirius had learned of it, yet vowed never to use it maliciously. Through training in Azkaban, Albert had mastered the spell under his father's guidance.
Michael crumpled to the ground, convulsing, unable to withstand the raw magical force.
His screams tore through the forest:
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
To be contined ....