The Goblin's laughter continues, making Harry tear up under his mask. The suit would protect him. When he was sure the bomb was about to go off, he let it it slip out of his fingers, watching it fall just out of reach before it blew. The propulsion from the burst of hot air caused the board to+

+flip, but not quite to his desired angle. His arm burned, and upon looking down at it, he could see bubbling verdant burns climbing up his arm. His inspection is cut short as glass shatters around them, screams of late-night workers ringing as they run from the shards, the pair scattering across+