Ron stepped up to Oliver’s side. “What can I do?”
“Stay close.”
Before them, white smoke began to swirl from the top of the window. It expanded to the width of the window, then a shadow darkened in the middle. A woman’s hand with pale, dead skin formed outside.
The mark on the window above Oliver’s head lit with a searing glow, as if it attempted to burn through the glass.
Oliver pressed his hands against the window. Whoever intended to enter was strong, but his defenses had to hold. The one responsible for this attack counted on his fear to weaken the spell around the house, but he wasn’t afraid. His mom’s protection mixed with his own strength could match this witch’s power. He surged that confident energy into the window he touched.
“The unwelcome shall not enter.”
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