It didn’t came as a surprise that the first spell he had casted had been deflected by the Professor. What had been a surprise was that his own spell was racing back towards him and the Gryffindor sidestepped to the left quickly to avoid his own spell. But once he did so, a loud blast sounded a few steps away from the place he had stepped to and he was so extremely shocked that he didn’t have time to scream. He did however use his instinct and shuffled away from the blast before another blast came from his other side.

It was his own shock that he tripped over his own feet and fell unceremoniously on his behind. WHAT WAS HE PLAYING AT?! Was he trying to trap him or something? WHAT?! And then he did hear the Professor’s voice shouting an incantation he was not familiar with. He lifted up his wand , ready to defend himself but was too late. The spell hit him right in the face……HIS FACE!

Panicking in his mind, the sixth year touched his face with his free hand and realized that it was still smooth. If it wasn’t his face then what had happened to him? He got up on his feet and stumbled a bit to the left. His head felt heavy and with widened eyes he touched his hair, only it wasn’t flat on his head, it stood upright and he had the feeling he knew what had happened .'I HAVE ANTLERS?! …does it look cute though?' That was the real question of course.

But then it dawned on him what the Professor had done to him and he glared at him. No one touched his hair without permission! He casted a Jelly-fingers-curse at him in the hope he would drop the wand and then followed it with another verbal spell “Obscuro!” to try and cast a blindfold over his eyes before he swiftly made a line to the side and a flick forward with his phoenix wand and casted a non-verbal ‘Persequoris!’ right at him. Just the homing spell alone, no combination. He needed to get rid of these antlers cause they were annoying.