Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [133]
“Anthropi Magus!” yelled Harry, pointing the wand at himself. It was the counter curse for the transformation spell. Harry’s spell hit his face, but it was too late for the rest of his body. His torso was now perfectly round and pink, and his legs and arms were no more than large hams with hooves at the end. He looked extremely odd, the body of a pig with the head of a human.
Harry tried to grip his wand, but he realized that he didn’t have fingers anymore. He looked down at his hand and saw that his fingers had fused around the wand he was holding, and now his wand was impaled through his hoof. Even though it was going through him, rather than him holding onto it, Harry could still use it. He pointed it at Aylar, from up in the air.
“Siragus!” yelled Harry. No beam shot out of his wand, but there was an explosion right next to Aylar, and a giant hole appeared.
“Siragus!” yelled Harry again, and again, still aiming for Aylar. Each time, however, Aylar jumped out of the way. They had completed a full circle now, and Aylar was right Next to Neville.
“Siragus!” yelled Harry one last time. The explosion hit Neville as Aylar bounced out of the way. However, Neville flew up from the force of the explosion just as Aylar was jumping over him. Neville crashed into Aylar, sending both of them to the ground, and their wands flying.
“Accio!” said Harry. The wands flew right at him, and, having no hands, he caught them in his mouth. Harry directed the giant hand back down to the ground where Professor Flitwick was fixing the holes in the ground, and tending to Neville and Aylar.
“Congratulations Harry,” said Professor Flitwick. “Only next time, try not to destroy the entire room to win.”
“Sorry, professor,” said Harry, grinning, still having the body of a pig. When Aylar and Neville had woken up, Professor Flitwick turned to Harry, and transformed his body back. Neville stood up, and started apologizing to Aylar, for his mistakes. Aylar, however, paid him no attention as he walked back to his spot in the circle, arms folded.
“If it hadn’t been for that idiot,” said Aylar to himself, indicating Neville, “I would’ve easily won. First he hit me with his own spell, then he hit me with his… body. Arg, the fool.”
Aylar’s and Neville’s names disappeared from the box as Harry was welcomed back to his spot by Ron and Hermione. Professor Flitwick had just finished raising the ground that Harry had blown away, and was floating back to his chair. He tapped the boxes again, and everyone watched, to see what appeared.
After a few seconds, a small 3-2 appeared, causing the next box to show its names. The first two names that came up were,
“Miss. Ginny Weasley, and Mr. Justin Finch-Fletchley!” announced Professor Flitwick. They both entered the circle. “And on the other team… Mr. Tci… Mr. Draco Malfoy… and… Mr. Harry Potter!”
Amid the cheering of people, eager to see the next duel, Harry’s mind was racing. He would have to compete with Malfoy on his team? His greatest enemy was supposed to be his ally?
It took a shove from an angry looking Ron to get Harry out of his dazed state, and with the rest of his team. He walked slowly and sadly over to Tci and Malfoy, who were discussing tactics. Harry, however, was still tired from his last duel.
“Alright Harry,” said Tci. “Okay, we’ve got a pretty good plan right now-”
“Yeah, so don’t screw it up, Potter,” grinned Malfoy. Harry shot him a look that shut him up.
“Anyway, what we’re going to do is go for Justin first. Even though Ginny’s better, losing her ally will hurt her more than actually hitting her. She’s easily weakened by the feeling of loneliness. All we have to do is take out Justin, and the duel is in the bag.”
“And how are we going to do that?” asked Malfoy.
“Well, I propose a group effort. Malfoy, you distract Ginny by-”
“No