At that moment, in an extremely well-hidden room, a group of people standing by windows lit by an eerie green glow, watching the righteous siege outside, burst into wave after wave of cheers.
No one could survive such a siege.
Not even Voldemort.
Once the green light outside faded, they could go out and collect the Dark Lord's corpse.
That meant everyone would be receiving a hefty bounty. Nothing could be more pleasing, body and soul.
"I wonder if the International Confederation of Wizards will regret offering such a high bounty." The ease with which the mission had been completed was genuinely worrying.
"Don't worry. Even for the sake of its reputation, the International Confederation of Wizards definitely won't break the agreement so easily," someone reassured them.
Anyone could tell just by thinking about it.
"Did anyone bring champagne?" someone suggested. "We should celebrate properly."
"Ahem, don't go overboard. The victory banquet can wait until this is over."
While the Bounty Hunters chatted and laughed happily, a terrifying Devil's Fire swept out of the eerie green glow, transforming into a surging shockwave that swept in every direction and engulfed those shameless ambushers.
In an instant, the unlucky lot became human torches, struggling in agony as they fell.
The sight stunned all the Bounty Hunters. Their minds blank, they simply could not understand what had happened.
Hadn't the Dark Lord already died?
"How is this possible?"
Everyone stared fixedly at the sole figure still standing there.
Voldemort!
Yes, Voldemort.
He was still alive.
How could he have survived that kind of attack? Could even Avada Kedavra not kill him?
The room immediately fell into an eerie silence.
A moment later, someone suddenly asked, "What do we do now? Go out and fight him?"
No one answered.
But clearly, no one was