He instinctively tightened his grip on the Elder Wand and immediately felt an indescribable force.
The Elder Wand in his hand let out a hum and instantly became searing hot.
The heat seemed to reach straight into his soul, forcing him to release it and let the Elder Wand fly toward the Skeleton Figure.
Seeing the Elder Wand fall into the Skeleton Figure's hand, Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald came to the same conclusion almost simultaneously regarding its identity. "The Master!"
As they spoke, both of their expressions turned extremely grim. Since the battle against Voldemort had begun, this was the first time they had shown such expressions.
"The Master?" Harry and the others froze when they heard Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, then their eyes widened.
They looked again at the Skeleton Figure, their voices far sharper than before. "Isn't he that moon? How did he become like this?"
The Master casually grasped the Elder Wand. It seemed to melt, fusing with one of his fingers.
He sensed the gazes directed at him and noticed the wands in their hands. "As beings of a lower order, how can you use the same things as I do?"
Before they could understand what he meant, something terrifying had already happened in his hand.
The wands they clutched tightly all gave a mournful hum.
Along with that hum, the wands cracked without warning and turned into fine, ash-gray powder that slipped through their fingers.
They could do nothing. They had no way to stop their wands from collapsing.
Voldemort lost his Yew Wand as well. He immediately raised his head and glared viciously at the Master.
To him, the Master's actions at this moment were undoubtedly the most unforgivable provocation.
"At least I've recovered a little." The Master stared at his finger and murmured