A mist settled between himself and the forest and, expecting an attack, Lord Voldemortist turned back around while casting Protego. The ropes which had sprung forth from the Headmaster's wand bounced off the invisible shield and fell limply to the grass. "Not quite so easy, is it, Hendrik?" he sneered. "I've got the book, no mere copy this time, you cannot stop me."
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