, causing a shadowy hand to grip his throat. The spell wouldn’t do much to him, not being able to squeeze him, but I was able to pull him towards me. Causing him to drop his wand and the spell to fizzle at the end. When he was close enough, I stabbed him with the spear. Causing blood to spout out of his mouth. "You won’t live. But know this, I will come after Voldemort and your so-called master. No one comes after me and mine and expects no repercussion," I sinisterly said. 