Snape took the initiative to strike, his wand dancing gracefully in his hand with movements that flowed like water while carrying an ancient and mysterious rhythm.
He chanted under his breath, the spell sounding like a mystical summoning from the dawn of creation, every single note carrying the primal power of the universe.
In the blink of an eye, countless runes condensed from pure spiritual power burst forth from the tip of his wand.
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