" Bellatrix cried. The hovering, miniature dragons roared, then charged. The scaled marble and gold being rushed into You-Know-Who’s summoned shield. Dozens shattered or disintegrated as they tried to force their way through, but even the Dark Lord’s strength couldn’t hold against the hundreds of transfigured dragons. Dropping his shield, You-Know-Who summoned fire and flame against the dragons, spat forth every blasting hex in his arsenal, and yet it was still not enough. His robes aflame, his chest and face covered with scratches and deeper cuts from the dragons, he was forced back.