Storm of Spells

The air began to crack as Crabbe and Goyle began their attack. Harry Potter played defensive, putting up a magic shield. Hermione however, began to throw spell after spell at the other team. She was a fierce and risky fighter. Draco who was just as aggressive, didn't throw a single spell.

It only took a few moments before Ron had found himself being thrown about the ring. And soon enough pulled by the referees from the fight. The two brutes on Malfoy's team were tiring, and when Harry saw this he quickly went on the attack.

The power of Harry's spells visibly shook the two bohemeth's as they blocked them. Still Malfoy just watched.

Within seconds the two were at the edge of the ring, unable to get a spell off without Hermione and Harry responding. It was almost like they had forgotten about Malfoy. It was then Malfoy raised his wand. Numbers quickly filled my vision.

50% chance Hermione gets knocked out

50% chance Hermione loses her skirt

I didn't want Hermione to get knocked out. But I needed to see her without a skirt.

"Increase Probability," I whispered.

Malfoy's wand dropped just an inch, and visible wave of wind exited his wand. Hermione's knees were taken out from under her, and she fell to the floor violently.

"Noo," screamed Harry as Crabbe and Goyle fell to the floor. Cedric pulled the two from the ring, blood dripping off their bodies as they struggled to keep their balance. I had never seen spells thrown at the speed Harry and Malfoy threw them. Each looking as if they would knock over a bull.

But, I quickly realized the crowds focus was elsewhere.