Okay, maybe it was a lucky shot. Ethan made a face as he saw that the dummy’s head healed completely. Like…it didn’t explode or anything. The Slytherin swished his wand wrist and formed the sideways V-shape movement as he kept on repeating the incantation in his head. “Clear intent, buddy. Focus.” His dad’s voice rang in his head this time. Ethan felt nostalgic when he heard it—clearly missing his father. The Slytherin shook his head trying to clear out his thoughts, and focused on the task at hand. “Reducto. Clear intent. Make that dummy go boom.”

Ethan took an offensive stance and pointed his wand at the dummy. “Reducto!” the dummy slid backwards and its torso bore a cut. Not exactly the result he was hoping for. The Slytherin slumped his shoulders in disgust. Was he going to fail at DADA? Mordred and his father won’t be happy about it.

“Focus, Mordaunt!”