The Aurors screamed and grabbed their wands but it was too late as the dragon came crashing down on them, wrapping its wings around them. She stared at Draco and he looked like he was directing a symphony of death. He brought both of his hands together and she saw his hands almost shaking. No wonder given the amount of power and concentration it took to control ice magic. When he opened his arms again wide, she just heard this sickening sound of flesh getting sliced. Shards of ice had cut through the Aurors like butter.