Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [130]
“Emfi Balaki! Emfi Balaki! Emfi Balaki!” she yelled each time she pointed her wand. Each time she did that, a ball the size of baseball popped out, and landed in front of Tci. They looked very hard, heavy, and metallic. Once there were about twenty balls, Tci pointed his Swand at them.
“Apoyiosi!” he yelled, beating his Swand in a similar manner to Ginny. He shot a green beam out of his Swand, hitting a ball. The spell made it fly high in the air, over the shield, and right to where Crabbe and Goyle were. Crabbe and Goyle dropped their wands, and covered their heads. Tci was sending more and more balls over, and Ginny kept making more. They continued flying over the mirror, bombarding Crabbe and Goyle. They were now on the ground, almost crying from the pain the balls were causing them.
Now there were at least one hundred balls in a neat pile for Tci to launch over to Crabbe and Goyle, so Ginny made her move. She ran around the mirror shield, and over to Crabbe and Goyle’s forgotten wands. She quickly picked them up, trying to avoid the balls, and Crabbe and Goyle didn’t even notice. As soon as she held the wands up in the air, Tci stopped launching balls over, and made the rest of the pile disappear.
“Mr. Tci and Miss. Ginny Weasley are the winners!” squeaked Professor Flitwick. “Excellent teamwork! I don’t think I’ve ever seen better!”
Crabbe and Goyle’s red names disappeared from the left box. They walked back to their spot in the circle next to Malfoy. Ginny and Tci smiled at each other, and Tci put his jacked back on. Ginny walked back to her spot, right next to Malfoy. Malfoy pushed Goyle out of the way to make room for her.
“Alright everyone, lets get ready for our next match,” said Professor Flitwick. He tapped the right cube with his wand again, and a red flash appeared on it. When it receded, a red, 3-1 appeared.
“Ah, our first three on one duel!” squealed Professor Flitwick. “This should be fun!” Harry looked around, no one else seemed to think it would be much fun if they got picked as the one to go against three. Everyone was very still and quiet, fidgeting their wands anxiously. Professor Flitwick tapped the left box, three names appeared on the left.
“The team of three is… Mr. Fred Weasley, Mr. Ron Weasley, and Miss. Hermione Granger!” said Professor Flitwick. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, happy that they weren’t the one against the three.
“And the one is… Mr. George Weasley!” squeaked Professor Flitwick. All eyes and heads turned to George, and he turned as white as Moaning Myrtle. It took a push from Seamus and Dean to get him into the ring. He nervously walked over to the other side, swallowed hard, and put out his wand.
“Teams ready… set… go!” said Professor Flitwick.
“Nero Poli!” said Hermione. A small, blue, liquidy ball shot out of her wand.
“Fotia Poli!” said Ron. A larger, red, fiery ball came out of his wand.
“Electa Poli!” said Fred. A yellow, baseball-sized, sharp ball shot out.
The three balls seemed to grow larger in the air, and by the time they were about to hit George, they were the size of basketballs. George had no time to react, he just ducked down, and covered his head. The three balls hit him. The electric one hit his feet, binding them to the floor, the fiery one hit his head, sending his hair into a blaze, and the water one hit him right in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and causing him to fall over backwards, dropping his wand. He hair was still on fire when Fred came up, spun around, and plucked the wand out of his brother’s hand, waving it on the air.
“Well, it appears as though the winner has been declared!” said Professor Flitwick as George was twitching on the floor, and Hermione was putting out the fire in his hair. “I must say! That has to have been one of the fastest duels I’ve ever