Being somewhat close to the grimoire, I barely was able to get Merlin’s staff up and erected a shield to block the blast. It sent me flying into the air, but safe from the massive magic explosion. Still having my bearings, I was able to shift into my raven form and regain my balance. As I hovered, I saw that nearly everyone was knocked onto their arse besides the Veela who were flying high. There was a vaporized dust pile near the grimoire, which meant there was another person near me. Guilt filled me at the thought of Daphne killing someone, a fate I wanted to save her from. But that was something we could handle later.