After the stone wall had absorbed every last drop of Barty Crouch Jr.'s blood, it rapidly grew thin, until it vanished completely.
In place of the stone wall was the outline of an archway.
The outline of the archway slowly emerged in the darkness, giving off an extremely dazzling white light.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, answered Barty Crouch Jr. offhandedly, then started forward again, striding into the archway, a trace of impatience showing in his eyes.
Barty Crouch Jr. hurriedly scrambled to his feet and quickened his pace to catch up with Voldemort.
As they went deeper into the passage within the archway's outline, Barty Crouch Jr. felt a distinct dampness. Even breathing became sticky, making it clear there was something else at the end of the passage.
"Damn it!"
Barty Crouch Jr. had only just seen a sheen of water when he heard Voldemort's roar.
There was an unprecedented fury in that roar, shaking the passage until it trembled and loose stones came pattering down from overhead.
Violent magical fluctuations erupted from Voldemort, sweeping over like a hurricane, rushing straight at Barty Crouch Jr.'s face.
Caught off guard, Barty Crouch Jr. was immediately forced backward by the violent magical fluctuations. The next instant, his feet left the ground, and he was sent flying backward, his back smashing heavily into the rock.
He struggled to get up, his hands scrabbling wildly across the ground. Terror showed in his eyes, and even his lips were trembling.
It was the first time he had ever seen Voldemort lose control like this.
In his memory, Voldemort had always seemed calm and utterly in command.
As for the speech at Heroes' Square, in his view, that had been entirely an accident. If Dumbledore had not been so despicable, Voldemort should have completed a