Snape was using his wand to fend off the charging giant snake when a flash of light cut through the air. With a flick of his wrist, Snape deflected the dagger lunging at him, sending it clattering to the floor from Cyrus's grasp.
A repeating shotgun materialized instantly. Her left hand hoisted the weapon, pressing its muzzle straight against her chest, the dark barrel locked dead on Snape's heart. Her injured right hand did nothing to slow her movements.
A crisp click echoed as the chamber engaged, followed immediately by a tongue of flame erupting from the barrel, the bullet punching straight through the rolling billows of black fog. Just as Snape rose into the air, preparing to Apparate away, a massive jet of water surged upward, catching him mid-motion and slamming him hard onto the stone floor.
Chapter 90