"Slytherin.....!"
Gryffindor lowered his head, his eyes burning as he locked them onto Salazar. His already pale face seemed twisted into an even more ferocious expression by an invisible agony, crumpled like a sheet of white paper. Bright red flames suddenly erupted around his entire body like a dancing fire dragon, wantonly scorching the already damp air and sending up billowing waves of heat and mist.
Gryffindor gripped the sharp sword tightly in his hand, the blade flashing with a cold glint in the reflection of the flames, and charged fiercely toward Salazar without a moment's hesitation, as if he would cut down every obstacle in his path.
Chapter 178