Chapter 47: Resolving the Dispute
Regulus reached the front rank and stood beside Narcissa. A sixth-year Nott snorted: "The Black family's little kid. No place for you here."
Regulus ignored him — but filed the face away.
His gaze landed on the far side of the corridor. Frank Longbottom's wand was already raised, its tip beginning to glow — the opening gesture of a Disarming Charm.
At almost the same instant, Lucretius Borgin lifted his hand.
It was about to begin.
Regulus moved faster. His right hand swept his wand outward, and a bolt of formless magic struck Frank Longbottom's wand.
It wasn't a spell at all — merely a pulse of disruptive energy. Frank's casting rhythm shattered; the light at his wand tip scattered and died.
The technique was nothing fancy. Any experienced adult wizard could have brushed it off. But against an inexperienced young wizard, it was precisely enough.
At the same instant, Regulus's left hand clamped around Lucretius Borgin's wrist.