"Grrrrrlllll!" The Fox Monster let out a deep, guttural growl, its sharp eyes glaring menacingly.
The tiny hooded figure remained still for a moment before adjusting its stance, straightening its posture, and positioning itself with precision, as if preparing for something intense.
Master Snape, with a smirk playing on his lips, "Shall we, my students?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. The moment his words left his mouth, an enormous surge of white flames erupted from his fingertips, surging forward like a tidal wave, heading straight toward them.
Mary didn't hesitate. She stepped in front of Dora and Sandra, her hand raising swiftly. Darkness swirled around her palm before morphing into jet-black flames that shot out to meet the incoming white fire.
The collision was instant, the flames clashing in midair with a deafening roar.
SSSSHHHHHHHH!!!
