Bole let out a gleeful laugh as George snapped predictably. The spell he chose was one Bole had to admit he didn't expect, but that didn't matter. George was an open book, and it wasn't hard to reflect the curse away against the school where it chipped the stone it hit.
"Did I touch a nerve?" Bole cooed, tracing his wand through the air without casting a spell. He didn't need to. His words were hurting George more than any hex would, and Bole was enjoying it.
"I bet that it burns so much that you let him die," Bole hissed cruelly, already bracing himself for another shield charm, "he always seemed like the stronger one of you two freaks."