Transmigration: Into the Life of Severus Snape - Chapter 102 - 99: The Countdown Begins

... ir was sharp with the chill of early morning, yet Severus felt none of it. Long ago, he had grown numb to the ache in his muscles and the sweat that trickled down into his collar; those sensations were buried under the singular focus of relentless motion.

With a quick snap of his wrist, his wand propelled forward. A curse, deflected off the training dummy’s enchanted shield, shot back toward him with the force of a whip. He ducked instinctively, spinning on his heel to pivot gracefully f ...