Harry willed the magic to cloak his presence.
Talking his bag off he threw that in near the exit.
He lightly jumped on his feet, 'gotta show these ruts, whose boss.' Thought harry as his eyes sparked with a mix of intensities.
From the dark, five figures emerged, their expressions hidden by the shadowy hoods of their cloaks. Their hands clutched their wands like claws.
The leader, a tall and gaunt man with a silver streak in his black hair, stepped forward. His voice was cold and commanding. "We know you're there. Show yourselves."
To his left, a burly figure with a grizzled beard and a scar running down his cheek tightened his grip on his wand. His eyes darted around suspiciously. Next to him, a lithe woman with fiery red hair peeking out from her hood scanned the area, her eyes narrowed in concentration.
On the right side of the leader stood a young man, barely out of his teens, with wild, curly hair and a nervous twitch in his eye. He fidgeted, clearly anxious. Beside him was an older woman with sharp, hawk-like features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through the darkness.
While walking ahead of his tail, harry had crossed through many alleys like the one they were in, the reason he chose this particular one was because of the many big stones lying all around.
Finding an advantageous ground harry thought a the strategy to battle the wizards.
He didn't have a repertoire of skills or spells. Having inherited nothing from the original harry, the only magic he had was that of the young tom riddle even before he had admitted to Hogwarts.
Done planning harry moved in action right after he saw some of the wizards losing tension.
Still hidden in the shadows, Harry grabbed hold of a stone that was particularly close to the edge of the group with his magic and flung it towards the young man with the curly hair.
The hit was precise, it hit him on his right temple and the young wizard dropped unconscious.
"fuck…" cursing, The remaining wizards started casting spells wildly, their wands flashing in the dim alley.
Bombardas blasted off the walls around Harry, making it difficult to dodge while maintaining his partial invisibility.
If not for the magic boost he had received after having assimilated with Og harry and Toms partial souls, his original spell might not have been this effective.
But with this much activity, the magic would not last long.
Harry retaliated, channeling his magic to hurl more stones at the attackers.
After a barrage of rocks that were originally present and the bricks that fell off after the attack of the five wizards, harry took out the burly man with the scar.
The other three now realised they were in for the same fate if they didn't work together.
the remaining three now in a more tense state formed a defensive triangle, covering each other's backs.
The lithe woman with the fiery hair, the older woman with the hawk-like features, and the tall, gaunt leader were left.
"fucker, I am goona rip you to pieces once I get hand on you," the old man started cursing.
While the two women looked around in tension.
The alley was once again lit with spells.
The leader's sharp eyes held a spark cruelty.
while The two women seemed to be in their twenties, but their eyes were glazed—probably under some influence.
The leader seemed to have a plan.
He shouted a new spell, and paint shooted en mass, splattering the area. Harry knew he didn't have the luxury to remain hidden.
Walking with light steps he walked up to the group maintaining his invisibility, his eyes chilled in frost, grin splitting from ear to ear.
Harrys blood boiled in excitement, in his past life he was not obsessed with fighting, but every time he watched a boxing match, or an mma fight, he would have an urge to be a part of that world, but that didn't push him to search for fights.
But after being mixed with the essence of phycopath, and someone who had the braveness to confront the whole world, he had now become someone who would orgasm in a good fight. [AN: eww]
Stepping just ahead of the group, Harry unleashed a massive flame that engulfed the three.
Their screams of terror echoed as they imagined the worst curses.
Harry took the opportunity to hurl two large boulders at the two women, leaving only the gaunt leader standing.
Despite his fear, the leader managed to cast a Protego, bracing for the impact and heat.
But the flames passed harmlessly by, and the two women fell.
The leader, Martin, was incensed.
He looked at Harry, who was now visible, huffing with a manic grin.
It dawned on Martin that a mere child had been toying with them, while the only damage harry took was his cloths now splattered with pain, four of his own were now down.
Blinded by fury, Martin raised his wand to cast the deadliest curse he knew. "Avada ka—" he began, only to be stopped by a maddening scream from Harry.
"AHHH!" Harry's scream was primal, filled with raw magic that reverberated through the alley, stunning Martin into silence.