A/N: Finally, it's time for Harry's task that he's been training so much for!
I've somewhat shamelessly stolen "spells" from the Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan (which I also do not own) for Harry's Egyptian magic.
[Judge's Table]
He had suspected it before, but now he had confirmation. None of his fellow judges are as connected to magic to the same degree as himself, and the young man clear across the stadium? Shares a oneness with his magic beyond Albus' own, mirroring Gellert's himself. The very air heaves with the force of young Harry's magic, the immediate space around the teen warping far beyond what his fellow competitors were capable of. The effects of such magic reach beyond Harry, such is the force of his power and will. Even to the Judge's Table, Albus can practically taste the electric hum of the teen's magic, infused as it is with a fierce, almost headstrong, sense of defense and a raw undercurrent of downright vicious attack.
The last time Albus had faced down such magic was during the Great War, when ten of Gellert's strongest lieutenants faced him down, determined to halt his advance or die trying. Had his brother and Albus' own friends and lieutenants not accompanied him; they very well may have succeeded in their aim of weakening him to the point of being irrelevant threat wise to Gellert.
Harry's magic reached a crescendo in power as the boy girded himself in a series of defenses, wand flickering back and forth, each as thorough as the last. A general Impervious charm, a lightly cast Levitation charm, a sphere of water two meters thick, a seamless Switching spell to safely ensconce Harry within the sphere, a Cushioning charm built into the sides of the sphere in which Harry floated. Albus felt his eyebrows rise in astonishment as Harry then reached into his robes to pull forth what was very clearly a Runic Enhancement Rod, crafted out of either sapphire or lapis lazuli thanks to its glimmering blue shade.
The boy wasted no time in carving Egyptian runes into the water with the Rod, confirming that it was made of lapis lazuli. Upon finishing an admittedly large set of runes, most beyond Albus' understanding as he primarily focused on Nordic and Sumerian runes, Harry then crystallized the water into quartz with a single wordless wave, setting the crowd to muttering in a dull roar.
As a bead of sweat trailed down young Harry's face, the magic surging around the young teen reached a crescendo, crackling visibly as Harry's eyes took on an unnatural sheen of magic, his mouth snarling as he wordlessly carved a phrase into the ice around him.
And then the Quintaped took to the field.
[Harry]
He breathed hard, air entering his lungs with a stuttering gasp. The last few minutes had been…hectic.
He'd woven a complex net of enchantments and spells around him, encased himself inside a sphere of water, carved yet more enchantments into it with his Runic Rod, and then finally crystallized it into pure quartz. Every protective enchantment he could think of was woven into his defense. Bagman had said to survive for 2 minutes for max points, but against the second most deadly magical creature on the planet (only beaten by Nundus by the fact that Quintapeds were on their own island and no one voluntarily went there, whereas Nundus were free to wander into populated areas and cause untold devastation with their breath and sheer deadly force) Harry had to go all in on defense as well as offense.
As the Quintaped slammed into the ground with a roar merely a few dozen meters away, portkeyed into the stadium, Harry's hands blurred. With his wand he ripped five boulders from the ground around him, shattered them into long spars of stone, and banished them at the Quintaped with all the speed he could muster. With his rod he multiplied the banishing force, tripling their speed, making them go from dangerous to flashes of grey matter, speeding towards the Quintaped.
It dodged every shard.
Gritting his teeth Harry tore at the molten ground ahead of him, forming a net made out of lava before tossing it at the Quintaped, not even waiting to see what it would do as he conjured lances made of sparkling ice, hurling them with rune enhanced speed at the beast.
The Quintaped jumped, clearing the net as it flew under him, then swiveling to face Harry, it ran straight at him, five legs flashing in a wholly unnatural way as it smashed straight through the spears of ice.
Harry slashed his wand sharply, the tip sparking as a truly gigantic bolt of lightning crashed into the Quintaped, its' body thrown back from the sheer force, the audience screaming at the sudden flash of light and sound. Baring his teeth in a savage grin, Harry focused, his eyes flashing as he called on all the lightning that he could, all at once.
The Quidditch stadium shook. A column of lightning burst down from the clear sky from no cloud at all, smashing the Quintaped into the floor, drilling it into the ground, leaving a smoking crater where it had landed.
[Judge's Table]
Albus eyed Harry warily. His experienced eyes could pick out exactly how tired Harry had become, the teen was breathing hard, his wand and runic rod shaking from the strain of focusing so much magic in such a short amount of time. He would need a fair amount of rest to recover from this, but he could tell from the magic still roiling about the young lad that Harry hadn't spent all of his magic just yet. A quiver out of the corner of his eye, and with a sinking feeling of understanding, Albus realized why Harry hadn't dropped his guard.
That bolt of lightning had been inspired, pure elemental magic was often enough to stop the hardiest of magical beasts in their tracks with the most commonly used being fire or water, but lightning, air and earth played their roles just as well to the well-researched hunter. And yet, as the smoking form of the Quintaped slowly emerged from the crater it had been smashed into, Albus frowned as he wondered how quickly the beast had recovered from the attack, and how little the lightning had seemed to have phased it.
[Harry]
Closing his eyes, Harry cursed under his breath. The Quintaped had not only survived, but it looked almost spotless, seemingly hardly injured even after being hit with one of Harry's most powerful attacks. Rolling his neck to wring out the stress, Harry spun his wand and rod briefly, shaking out any nervous tension. He had attacked, and the Quintaped had survived. Time to take things up a notch.
He restarted his previous Transfiguration but on a wider scale, transforming the pulverized boulders and rocks around the stadium into countless spears and needles, launching them with vicious speed from every direction at the Quintaped, startling it back into its' previous dance of avoidance. Harry's eyes narrowed as he caught on to how the Quintaped was moving slower than before, a few of the smaller needles and arrows managing to stab into its legs.
So he had injured it. Time to take advantage.