Voldemortist cast Protego, the two spells bouncing off the magical shield as he walked forward. "So, the professor issn't moved to help her injured students? Well, then perhaps you don't deserve to be their teacher," he mocked, holding his wand up and casting the killing curse upon the girl whom he had knocked out. He waved in farewell, sticking out his lower lip in mock sadness.
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