In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 263: The Failed Killing Curse

After all, he is still young.

Just now when Jon's polyjuice potion effect expired his hand shook and caused the blasting curse to miss its mark, which is already an indication of panic in Rabastan's eyes!

"We've been tricked! Don't have any scruples! He's just a brat who hasn't even grown hair yet! Kill him! Kill him right now!"

Rabastan's yell woke up all the Death Eaters, who were shocked at the youthful appearance of Jon, the oldest of them could even be Jon's grandfather by seniority!

After hearing Rabastan's words, a burst of shame also surged in the hearts of everyone present, they did not think as much as Rabastan, at this moment what they can feel is only humiliation.

They are a group of well-trained, battle-hardened elite wizards, but they were actually pestered and teased for so long by a student who had not yet graduated from a magic school, and seemed to be intimidated by him?

No, they would never admit to being intimidated, it was only out of caution, and now it just turned out that their excessive caution was unwarranted!

Never before had Rabastan's orders been so faithfully carried out as in trying to kill Jon, something that every Death Eater wanted to do today.

And compared to them, Jon now acted like he was a bit flustered.

He rose from the surface with great speed, re-pulled himself up, and then flew off in the opposite direction of the Death Eaters as if he was a large, panicked seagull!

This action of his gave the Death Eaters encouragement and cheer, and the change in status made them inwardly elevate their posture in the battle.

Rationally speaking, the advantage that Jon had built up from the beginning of the battle was due to his spell-casting methods which were different from those of other wizards, but other than that, it seemed that he had nothing to be proud of now.

A chase that was not too far apart began to favour the side of the Death Eaters, who no longer cared about the spells that Jon used.

In addition to the blasting curse, which still requires them to be careful and protect their flying brooms, Rabastan and his men no longer tried to dodge the other magic spells.

The Shield charm in front of them is enough to offset Jon's counterattack.

The old man sitting on the reef in a withered form shook his head in slight disappointment, but he soon smiled dumbly to himself again.

In fact, so far the boy's performance has exceeded almost ninety-nine percent of his peers, and even the old man himself at Jon's age, can not guarantee to do better than he did in this situation.

But perhaps Dumbledore gave him too much emphasis on the boy's excellence, so he was somewhat disappointed by the situation right now, because, in his mind, the expectations he had for him were extremely high.

Today, Jon's performance was very good, restraining the vast majority of them in place, buying time for the other students to escape, and in the process, making five Death Eaters who were stronger than the average adult wizard lose their ability to cast spells, but not quite up to the expectations that the old man had in mind.

Just when he thought that this bit of fun for the day was coming to an end and had got up from the reef and pulled out his wand, the sound of an incantation suddenly stopped him in his tracks.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Jon, who was being woefully chased in the sky, suddenly turned around, aimed the tip of his wand at Rabastan, who was in the middle of the group, and recited the incantation of the Killing Curse!

When he heard the unforgivable incantation sound through the wind, Rabastan's entire scalp felt like it was going to explode!

Even the relaxation of seeing Jon's true appearance did not completely remove his long-standing vigilance.

The moment he heard the sound of the incantation, his entire being abruptly lowered the front end of his flying broom, displaying a vertical drop technique that would be amazing enough to be called impressive even on the Quidditch World Cup field, and instantly changed his position!

Yet all that rang out was the sound of an incantation, the curse that foreshadowed death did not shoot out of Jon's wand.

This made Rabastan first think he was being teased, and his already gloomy face became even colder, but just after he looked up and saw Jon's face that was showing panic, the anger in his heart turned into sneering mockery.

"Can't use it, huh, kid, do you think the Unforgivable Curse is a magic that can be mastered that easily?"

He pulled his broom back up and spoke loudly and sarcastically against the howling wind.

"It takes the greatest of evil! You need to have a strong determination to kill! Do you have any of these? I guess you haven't even killed a chicken yet, have you? Can you guarantee that you won't be scared to pee your pants when you see human blood?"

The surrounding Death Eaters laughed wildly.

They were like a group of hunters who were chasing an escaped rabbit and enjoying idle talk and laughter.

The weak rabbit, in addition to running, would only turn around and bare its ridiculous big teeth to try to intimidate them and provide them with some fun.

Everyone thought Jon's failed spell was a hilarious attempt, except for the old man who had risen from the reef and narrowed his cloudy eyes.

The only one in this world who could be said to have surpassed him in the achievement of dark magic might be that rising youngster.

With his vision, he could naturally see that this seemingly failed incantation of Jon's actually could not have failed in the first place.

But not everyone has his vision, Rabastan's guard which was tight from the beginning now completely relaxed again.

He smiled broadly and called out the thugs around him.

"Guys, let's give this little friend another performance of what a real - Avada Kedavra! - is all about!"

A dreadful green light instantly shot out from the tip of his wand, followed by the killing curses of the other Death Eaters!

They no longer know how many killing curses they fired in this chase, their previous attacks were in vain, and Jon's dexterous mobility was as disgusting to them as a fly that could not be hit.

But now this round even if they can't hit, the Death Eaters are filled with a sense of superiority, a sense of superiority after a failed and ridiculous spell.

Not surprisingly, this volley was also dodged by Jon, but this time he showed a different reaction than the previous times as if he was already too weak to continue to maintain such a flight.

This caused a bright light to appear in Rabastan's eyes, he felt that the time has almost arrived, Jon has now become a grasshopper after the autumn, jumping more vigorously than ever in the past, but this would only end in death!

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