The oak beams of the millennia-old corridor bridge shattered under a blasting curse, sending flying wood chips mixed with the residual green light of an emerald spell to sweep more than twenty climbing Death Eaters into the Black Lake.
The moment the water swallowed their screams, the roar of granite cracking echoed from the west side of the castle.
Twelve-foot-tall giants looked like uncultured beasts, wearing only half-aprons nearly the same color as their reddish-brown skin, exposing chests stained with tree sap.
Chapter 204