"Although I don't know..." His tone remained as cold as before. "Why the magic you cast produced this effect."
As the skull head reappeared over his own with a click, he moved his jaws again and said, "But it doesn't matter anymore."
He raised the hand covered in bone, lazily spread his fingers, and lightly clenched the air.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
The instant the incantation left his mouth, a wave of magical energy rippled outward from him.
The incoming magical wave could even be called gentle, like a breeze brushing across their faces.
Everyone instinctively tried to resist, but it had no effect whatsoever. Even Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were imprisoned by the spell.
They froze in the poses they had held a second earlier. Though they could sense everything around them and see every move The Master made next, they could do nothing—not even blink.
It was as though the entire world had been put on pause, leaving only The Master free to move.
Not far from The Master, Voldemort's fingers twitched.
He struggled to open his eyes. His vision was a blur at first, then gradually cleared, followed immediately by a surge of searing pain.
Voldemort knew very well what he ought to focus on at this moment.
He hurriedly shifted his gaze. He first noticed The Master's strange appearance, then saw the wand crumbling in Serena Pendragon's hand, causing him to frown.
Voldemort saw even more clearly. Serena Pendragon shook the fragments from her hand and took a wand passed to her. When the white pillar of light burst forth, that wand shattered as well.
Serena Pendragon's smooth, practiced movements made Voldemort's eyes widen.
That motion of switching wands, the instant the wand shattered... he knew it all too well.
That damned woman!
How could she be