But Harry was a mindless bundle of unstoppable power now. He charged around at breathtaking speed, swiping those deadly claws at one Vigilant, then another, till ochre robes soaked with blood soon littered the field. He was chaos personified, and his enemies scattered and fled before him. Angharad and Myfanwy joined him in the heat of the fight, darting here and there, Apparating in and out of view so fast that Hermione couldn't keep track of them. And their spells were ferocious. One Blasting Curse from Angharad left a gaping hole in one Vigilant's chest, where his black heart once was. Hermione looked right through it in surreal amazement.