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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
$Parseltongue$
Chapter 102: Madness
Under attack from all sides, Harry decided to put his plan into practice.
"Magnus Fumus"
Smoke started to quickly cover the area around Harry, and before any attack could reach him, He was nowhere to be seen.
"Disperse that smoke, quick!" A death eater.
"Shit, where is He?!" A foreign wizard yelled with a Russian accent.
Then, they all started to hear yelps of pain coming from inside the mist.
"The werewolves charged into the smoke. What were they thinking?" Jugson said.
"We cannot see Him, but the werewolves can still use their sense of smell, so they know where He is," Gibbon explained.
They didn't dare to randomly shoot spells at the smoke since it was more likely that they would hit one of their allies.
"Ventis!" One of the wizards used a wind spell and tried to disperse the smoke but this one didn't seem affected by the wind at all and stayed in place.
"What kind of smoke is that?" The frustrated wizard said.
"Look!. I think is getting bigger" Someone pointed out, and after some observation, the cloud of smoke was indeed starting to cover more space.
Meanwhile, they keep hearing growls and yelps of pain from the werewolves.
Once the voices inside the smoke went silent, something else changed suddenly.
The cloud of smoke that was slowly expanding, started to accelerate and it was now expanding at great speed, covering everything in its way.
"Shit!, run!" Jugson yelled.
All of the wizards started quickly retreating from the area, but the smoke was expanding too quickly and soon they found themselves inside it.
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"That was very clever. He used the smoke to protect himself from the wizard's spells, and then He took the opportunity to eliminate the werewolves, since they were the only ones who could find Him inside the smoke, using their enhanced sense of smell." Amelia pointed out.
The other Aurors nodded in agreement.
Luna was looking intently at the smoke cloud, her eyes shining in blue light.
'That's not the only thing He is doing.'
Luna could see that Harry's magic has been mixed in the smoke and was doing something to the wizards, but she didn't know, exactly what it was.
"Look, the smoke is disappearing" Tonks pointed at the dark cloud.
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The smoke started to quickly disappear into nothingness, revealing the army of wizards, who was now looking around in confusion.
It also revealed the group of werewolves, who were obviously dead, with silver knives stabbed all over their bodies.
But, there was one person missing.
"Where is Potter!" a death eater yelled.
Voldemort, who was observing the battle from a safe distance was also confused.
"Where did Potter go? And what was the whole point of covering everyone with the smoke? Was He trying to run away the whole time?."
The confusion didn't last long and soon, one of the wizards pointed his wand at someone.
"There you are!" Green light started to illuminate the tip of the old wizard.
They all looked at the one, the old wizard was pointing his wand at. It was a young redhead man with short hair and many freckles. And it was obviously not Harry Potter.
"Sven, what are you saying?, that's not Harry Po-" Before the friend of the old wizard could finish.
"Avada Kedavra!" Greenlight shoot towards the confusing red head who didn't have time to move before his life was snuffed out.
"What wrong with You? old man, that was not-" The death eater stopped talking when He spotted someone familiar in the crow.
"There it is!" He discovered Potter trying to blend in with a small group of foreign wizards.
"Avada Kedravra!" The young death eater shoots his curse and hit true at Harry Potter.
"Yes, I got it! YES!" He celebrated.
Meanwhile, the small group of wizards was baffled at what just happened. One of them. A man in his thirties with long blond hair pointed his wand at the death eater that had just shot.
"That was my brother!, You are going to pay for that!" The man said with a german accent.
A nasty dark curse hit the young death eater and this one fell to the floor screaming.
It didn't take long before the whole thing devolved into chaos.
"Potter, You are mine!"
"Stop, I am not Potter"
"There it is!, I found Him"
"You killed my wife, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"
"Potter!"
"DIE"
"NOO"
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"What is this madness? why are they killing each other?" Tonks asked in confusion.
"Could it be a confundus charm?. But how did He affect so many at the same time?" A young Auror asked.
"Harry must have done something to that smoke. But I have no idea what…" Amelia concluded.
Luna was looking at the dark wizards.
'There is something in their heads. A piece of Harry's magic has been attached to their minds and made them see things that are not really there.'
Luna wanted to share her findings with the others, but Harry had warned her about keeping her gift a secret. So she reluctantly keeps her mouth shut.
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"Nooooo!. He is not even there at all, you fools!" Voldemort yelled in frustration. He wanted to go in there and stop them, but it was impossible. There were deadly curses flying all over the place, and even if He managed to get there unscathed, He didn't know where to start to remove, whatever Potter had done to them.
"Is this it?... Have I lost?" Voldemort whispered.
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"Avada Kedavra!" Gibbon yelled, looking exhausted and seriously injured.
When He saw Potter finally go down, He finally smiled brightly.
"YES, I did it. I killed Potter."
"Congratulations." A voice sounded from behind him.
Gibbon turned around and saw Potter descending from the sky while removing his Disillusionment charm.
"W-what?!...But...but I just killed you!" He yelled in frustration and anger.
"And here is your price." Harry made and slashing motion with his hand and Gibbons's head was swiftly separated from the rest of his body and fell to the ground.
Harry observed the battlefield with satisfaction. They were all dead.
He then looked towards Voldemort, who was still standing at a safe distance and looking back at him with a complicated expression.
"And then, there was only one."