Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 262 The Failed Death Curse
And, after all, young people are still young.
Just when John's Polyjuice Potion lost its effect, his trembling hands as he cast an explosive spell was proof that he had begun to panic in Rabastan's eyes!
"We've been tricked! Don't worry! He's just a stinky kid whose hair hasn't even grown out yet! Kill him! Kill him right here!"
Rabastan's roar woke up all the Death Eaters. They were also shocked at John's youthful appearance. The oldest of these people could even be John's grandfather according to seniority!
After hearing what Rabastan said, a wave of shame and anger surged into the hearts of everyone present . They did not think as much as Rabastan did. All they could feel at this moment was humiliation.
They are a group of well-trained, battle-hardened elite wizards, but they were harassed and teased for so long by a student who has not even graduated from magic school, and they seemed to be frightened by him?
No, they would never admit that they were scared, they were just being cautious, and now it has been proved that their excessive caution was unnecessary!
Rabastan's orders had never been carried out so faithfully, killing Jon, which was what every Death Eater wanted to do now.
Compared to them, Jon now seemed a little flustered.
He rose from the sea surface at an extremely fast speed, raised his body position again, and then flew in the opposite direction of the Death Eaters like a panicked seagull!
His action gave the Death Eaters encouragement and inspiration. The change in their identity made them raise their position in this battle from the bottom of their hearts.
Rationally speaking, the advantage that Jon had established from the beginning of the battle was due to his spellcasting methods, which were obviously different from those of other wizards. Apart from that, it seemed that he had nothing to be proud of now.
A chase that was originally close in scope began to clearly lean towards the Death Eaters, and they no longer cared about the spells cast by John.
Except for the explosive spell, which required some caution in protecting the broomstick under one's body, Rabastan and his men no longer tried to dodge any other spells cast by John.
The armor spell they cast in front of them was enough to offset John's counterattack.
The haggard old man sitting on the reef shook his head in disappointment, but soon he burst into laughter again.
In fact, the boy's performance so far has surpassed almost 99% of his peers. Even when the old man himself was Jon's age, he could not guarantee that he would do better than him in such a situation.
But perhaps it was because Dumbledore over-emphasized the boy's excellence that, while he appeared to be somewhat indifferent on the surface, he actually had extremely high expectations of him in his heart.
And now John's performance was very good. He tied up most of the place and bought time for other students to escape. In the process, he also made five Death Eaters who were stronger than ordinary adult wizards lose their ability to cast spells. However, it still did not meet the old man's expectation.
Just when he thought that today's fun was about to end, he had already stood up from the reef and took out his wand, but the sound of a spell suddenly made him stop what he was doing.
"Avada Kedavra!"
John, who was being chased in the sky in a panic, suddenly turned around, pointed the tip of his staff at Rabastan who was among the crowd, and chanted the Killing Curse!
When Rabastan heard the unforgivable curse through the sound of the wind, his scalp felt like it was about to explode!
Even though he was relieved to see Jon's true appearance, he didn't completely let down his years of vigilance.
The moment he heard the spell, he suddenly lowered the front end of his broom, demonstrating a vertical drop technique that would be considered amazing even in the Quidditch World Cup, and changed his position in an instant!
However, only the sound of the spell was heard, and the spell that foreshadowed death did not come out from Jon's wand.
This made Rabastan think that he was being fooled at first, and his already gloomy face became even colder. But when he raised his head and saw Jon's panicked face, the anger in his heart turned into sarcastic ridicule.
"You can't use it, right, kid? Do you really think the Unforgivable Curse is such an easy magic to master?"
He raised the broom again, faced the strong wind, and spoke sarcastic words loudly.
"This requires the greatest evil! You need to have a strong determination to kill people! Do you really have these things? I guess you haven't even killed a chicken yet? Can you guarantee that you won't pee your pants when you see human blood?"
The Death Eaters around him and his group laughed wildly.
They were like a group of hunters chasing a fleeing rabbit, enjoying their leisurely time and chatting and laughing.
The weak rabbit could only run and look back to show its funny big front teeth, trying to scare them and provide them with some entertainment.
Everyone thought that Jon's failed spell was a ridiculous attempt, but the old man who had stood up from the reef narrowed his cloudy eyes.
The only person in this world who can be said to have surpassed him in achievements in black magic is probably that up-and-coming star.
With his vision, he could naturally see that Jon's seemingly failed spellcasting actually should not have failed.
But not everyone saw him that way. Rabastan's guard had completely relaxed from being tense at the beginning.
He laughed and called out to the villains around him.
"Guys, let's show this kid one more time what the real Avada Kedavra is!"
A pale green light instantly shot out from the tip of his wand, followed by the killing curses of other Death Eaters!
This was already the umpteenth volley of killing curses fired during this chase. All their previous attacks had been in vain. John's extremely agile mobility made them feel sick, like an elusive fly.
But even if this volley of fire failed to hit the target, the Death Eaters were filled with a sense of superiority, a sense of superiority after a failed and ridiculous Killing Curse.
As expected, John also dodged this volley, but this time his dodged was obviously more reluctant than the previous times. It seemed as if he was exhausted and could not continue such a flight.
This made Rabastan's eyes light up. He felt that the time had almost come. Jon was now like a grasshopper in autumn. No matter how much he jumped before, the only ending would be death!
