Percy Jackson at Hogwarts

Chapter 25: I'm stealing your broom Harry! You will find it on the roof...

Percy PoV

They don't want to die.
No matter how much I slice them, crush them, burn them, nothing works.

Constantly, a black vapor comes out of their wound and brings them back to life instantly.

"But you will die in the end!"

I throw Riptide, decapitating the fiery red dragon -which I renamed Flamby in my head-, but once again, this strange vapor materializes, gluing his head back.

The emerald green dragon spits out a burst of flames.
"Aguamenti!"

Once again, the fog surrounds us.
Since the beginning of the fight, I made sure to maintain a screen of smoke, allowing me to use my powers and my sword without anyone seeing it.

I vaguely see the silhouettes of the Eidolon dragons moving in my direction.

I raise my hand, projecting a powerful wave of water, making them fall.

But they get up again immediately.
"You can't kill us. And you can't protect everyone."

They spit fire again, but this time towards the bleachers.

I scream and a wall of water forms, blocking the flames.

"You're just delaying the inevitable."

That was true.
Despite all my attacks, they would not die.
It vaguely reminded me of the gorgons, but at least I was invincible too.

Today that's not the case.

Using my powers is tiring me out little by little, while they are only resurrecting.

Suddenly, someone taps my shoulder.
"Percy."

I turn around.
"Harry? What are you doing here?!"

"I'm here to help you. It's panic, the directors and the senior wizards are in trouble with the other five dragons. The whole crowd has dispersed."

"They're in trouble with the other dragons?!"

If I am not mistaken, they are only 3 Eidolons. The other dragons should be normal.

"Yes, they are insensitive to spells. A kind of black vapor escapes from their bodies, on which spells bounce."

The Eidolons are not the only danger. There is another power at work. As long as this power is active, it will be impossible to defeat the monsters, Nyx tells me.

"I have to get these three dragons away from the crowd."

"I'll help you," my cousin told me.

"Do you have an idea?"

"I can make diversion with my magic broom, they will perhaps follow me,"answers this last one by showing me his broom.

"No, I'll go there myself."

My cousin can't do it. The Eidolons are not of his world. I don't want him to put himself in danger.

"No! Anyway you don't have a broom."
And he stands on his broomstick.

But before he flies away, I throw myself on him, making him fall.

The smoke starts to dissipate, and the Eidolons dragons notice us.
"Found."

"Harry give me that broom quickly!"

We each had our hands on it, trying to take it by force.

"No!"