Chapter 593: The Wand’s Power of Choice
Looking at the stone archway in front of him, Kyle couldn't shake a sense of familiarity.
Oh, right—the Founders.
He remembered the first time he had encountered the Founders in the Chamber of Secrets. The snake-like statues had formed an arch that resembled this one, down to the ripples in the air that looked like water suspended upright. The resemblance was uncanny, almost identical.
Wait, he's not going to meet the Founders again, is he? Could the Department of Mysteries really be capable of that?
Before he could delve further into his thoughts, Diana's voice interrupted him.
"What spell did you use to kill the Death Eater?"
"Fiendfyre Curse," Kyle replied instinctively.
Visibly, Diana's mouth twitched in reaction. She took a deep breath, then another, before pulling out her wand and pointing it at the stone door.
"Now, use the Fiendfyre Curse again," she said.
"Here?" Kyle hesitated.
It was Fiendfyre, after all—a dangerous, uncontrollable form of magic. What if it burned everything down? And this was the Ministry of Magic. Wouldn't using dark magic here be a bad idea?