Hendrik was quite clever with his little clone trick as he managed to keep the Dark Lord distracted. He dodged the first spell and blocked the second but, the last one hit him right in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards as it knocked the wind out of him and iced his lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Apparently they'd had enough of his evil dude banter.
Despite the fact that the spell wasn't as strong as intended, it was still quite forceful, loosening his grip on the book. "Out of my way, Hendrik," he said, ignoring the clones and focusing on the Hendrik he believed to be the actual Hendrik, the one standing between himself and his goal.
He raised his wand, "Stupefy!"
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