The clone was fast, Briallen later admitted. It wasn’t burdened down with an unfamiliar sword or the worry of what might happen to Hermione if she failed to win. Powerful jets of magic flew from her wand, the effects of which were uncertain but one thing was for sure; the clone wasn’t throwing tickling hexes! Stone walls shattered under the impacts of the missed spells, chunks of the ceiling fell and crashed upon impact, sending debris everywhere as Briallen danced out of the way of her doppelganger’s attack. In the corner of her eye, Briallen noticed that Adalricus was miming the wand movements that her clone was performing. "He’s using that crown thing to control the clone!’