Chapter 353: Hold Still

Chapter 353: Hold Still

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"Dialogue"

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Chapter 353: Hold Still

There was absolute silence for a long moment.

Most were still trying to comprehend what had just happened...and why the dragon was now in two pieces.

Neville let out a sigh of relief.

"At least he has more control than I thought..." He removed the protective wards. Thankfully, he didn't have to test their effectiveness against such powerful magic.

Harry had aimed the cut downward, making sure it didn't hit the stands or the audience. Instead, it only sliced through the lower part of the wall. It hadn't even cut anything behind him. That showed a lot of restraint on his part. Someone else would have made a mess in this situation.

The person in question, however, seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

"Ew, gross!" Harry exclaimed, jumping back to avoid the dragon blood spilling everywhere.

He sheathed the sword and carefully made his way around the dragon's remains to grab the golden egg from the nest to complete his task. He did not want to stay here for longer than necessary.

"Okay, I've got the stupid tacky egg. This is disgusting, my silk robes are ruined, and I think I broke a nail. I really hope this was worth it," he continued to complain.

"Did that really happen?..." Victoria was still in shock. "He cut the dragon in half!."

"I never knew the Sword of Gryffindor had such abilities..." Dumbledore remarked. He never really realized that the sword could have anything hidden. After all, he had the chance to observe a few of the founder's artifacts in his life in great detail. "Even at my age, it seems like I can still learn new things."

"Don't beat yourself over it. I doubt there's anyone else who could use it in that way. It probably requires a very specific set of magical skills and a mindset to project a cutting charm to that extreme," Neville explained.

"Something even you couldn't do?" Dumbledore asked with amusement.

"I guess I owe you a thank you. You've been very... competent. For a Gryffindor."

"Thanks?, I guess...Do you have a plan for the test?" Neville asked.

Victoria removed one of her rings. "I am the last Lady of the Ancient House of Black. I have prepared myself to surpass any obstacles and ensure the prosperity of my house. It's the least I owe to my family... I am always prepared."

The dragon roared with pure rage, finally freed from its chains and eager to burn something to ash. Its eyes locked on Victoria.

The black-haired girl strolled forward without concern.

The ring in her hand gleamed silver as she tossed it into the air.

"I won't let that annoying boy get all the credit today. Let me show you what a Rune Master can do."

The ring transformed mid-air into a long metallic object that landed in her hands.

"Isn't that the thing Muggles use?" Silverbell asked while staring at the newly appeared weapon.

"Indeed... I haven't seen a wizard wield one since... the Great War," Dumbledore replied.

"She has a runic rifle?" Neville had seen similar weapons before.

Muggles had made them with the help of wizards. It was a rare combination of disciplines from both worlds. To create one, that person needs a great deal of knowledge about runic enchantments and also firearms.

The long metallic rifle had a large blue crystal embedded in it, glowing with power.

Victoria flipped a switch, and the crystal began to shine brightly.

She aimed the gun at the dragon's head.

"Hold still..."

And then, she pulled the trigger.

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