And as the dragons screeched and shot yet more fire at Harry, the two wizards got a better clue of his location. Darting between the great beasts, Charlie fired off powerful spells in Harry’s general direction, getting lucky with one that hit Harry in his shoulder, as he darted to avoid the dragon’s fiery breath. To be fair, Harry acknowledged, he was a good flier, and his magic stung, too. He had to give that to him, as his shoulder blade ached and he could feel the warm trickle of blood sliding down his back from where Charlie’s curse had hit him. He was going to enjoy getting him back for that.