Every witch and wizard behind him backed away and the hall was soaked in a flow of water from hundreds of wands. The dragon outside cried again in fury and Draco took that as his cue. He sucked in a huge breath, paused, and forcefully pushed it from his lungs. The saliva on his tongue acted like gasoline as the flames ignited. The wooden doors disintegrated easily from the inside, not being magically spelled to keep things in, only out. 