1977 : How can I trust you ? (Harry Potter)

2 : Attack at the pub

-Protego, she whispered.

A magical shield immediately covered her, inhibiting most of the spells aimed at her. Then she aparate behind the counter.

Sheltered, she cast the Imperturable Charm, then the Disillusionment Charm, preventing anyone from hearing or seeing her.

Invisible, silent and protected, she was ready to counterattack.

The laughter of the Death Eaters mixed with the cries of fright from the Muggles echoing around the room chilled her blood. They were spinning the men and women trapped in the air like spinning tops, making many vomit. Disgusted by this barbarity, she intervened.

-Protego! Protego! Protego! Stupefy!

With her wand drawn, Edith apparate into the middle of the room, protecting every Muggle she saw, stupefying the Death Eaters when she could. But it wasn't easy to aim right with all the confusion in the room, and her spells didn't always hit their targets.

-As big as a pig, he'd be better fried, noted a platinum-blond mangemort in a cruel tone, to the laughter of his colleagues, while immobilizing a man in his fifties in mid-air, his head upside down.

-William! cried the trapped man's wife, trying in vain to pull him to the ground, pulling desperately on his head.

-What is happening! shouted another distraught Muggle.

-Incendio, meowed the platinum blond as the spectators shouted.

A flame shot towards the poor fifty-year-old trapped in the air, struggling furiously, his head red with blood.

-Protego! screamed Edith in rage.

The magical shield enveloped the Muggle just in time, the flame licking this protection but not reaching him.

-What the... gasped the blond mangemort, not having time to finish his sentence.

-Stupefy! she cut him off.

The executioner was paralyzed and fell backwards, knocking over another Death Eater in the process.

-Malfoy? Is he stupefied? wondered the latter as he freed himself. Who stupefied him?" he shouted, using a sonorus.

The sound of his magically amplified voice echoed through the pub, followed by a silence at odds with the previous howls.

No one spoke, neither Muggle nor Death Eater, no one moved. Those in the air stopped struggling, those crying held back their sobs, those trying in vain to open the door stopped.

All eyes converged on this Death Eater, holding his comrade frozen.

-Someone stupefied him! I repeat, did any of you do it? he asked his colleagues.

They all denied it, and then, little by little, incomprehension set in. The conclusion was obvious: there was a wizard in this room who was not on their side.

The young Frenchwoman didn't think twice and stupefied another one.

A tall mangemort fell, to the swearing of his colleagues. There was an auror in the room! One of the dark lord's followers howled in rage and lost interest in the Muggle he was spinning, ending the levitation spell and sending him crashing to the ground with a roar.

-Show yourself, traitor! ordered the black mage.

But Edith had already stupefied others, falling one after the other. Swearing turned to panic.

-Fall back! Fall back! shouted one.

Some grabbed their stunned comrades and disaparated, leaving Edith furious as she already saw them being handed over to the Ministry.