Harshing hovered outside the Colosseum on his broom, a storm brewed and made him look like a savage dog that had been deprived of food for three years. He bared his sharp fangs and roared into the darkness, his wand rose high - a mighty weapon. He brought it down and sent lightning at the side of the house sending a huge section crumbling to the floor.

A cyclone, a spiral of wind and ash formed from the Colosseum with Sentinus at the top, riding his own creation.

"Harshing, your power is nothing compared to mine. Stop your attack and kneel to me, then I may let you live."

Sentinus formed a protective bubble around the house with the Elder wand.