Spell after spell, Draco pulled Luna with him as they ducked and weaved behind structures, threw curses over the tops of old telescopes and blasted giant holes in the ceiling in hopes of bringing it down on top of them. It was hardly a fair fight, five against two. Luckily Crabbe was still writhing on the ground, his wand several inches from his blistered burned up hands. Macnair was missing another foot but this seemed to only enrage him more. The spells he fired off were dark magic as they hissed and melted the giant beams around them.