"Do you still have the mood to listen to Weasley's jokes?" Draco said coldly. "Watch that skeleton! Even now, he still hasn't been hurt!"
At Draco's reminder, everyone turned their attention back to the sky.
Just as Draco had said, neither the searing flames, the biting cold, nor the combined tearing force of gale winds, grit, golden light, and thunder had truly harmed The Master.
Although every collision between those figures caused the flames around The Master to surge violently, and every strike briefly stalled his movements, that was all they could do.
The fine cracks in The Master's bones would mend in an instant, and the weakened flames would reignite.
Everything seemed to indicate...
The Master seemed impossible to truly destroy.
Cedric said with difficulty, "No wonder his body became the moon..."
"Was it because he couldn't be destroyed that his body was... exiled outside, so he couldn't come into contact with it?"
At Cedric's words, everyone swallowed hard.
At that very moment, a glimmer of light suddenly entered the corner of their eyes.
They all looked toward it and saw Vizet raising his Wand, its tip blooming with brilliant white light.
Powerful magical fluctuations filled the Magical Energy Field. Rather than spreading outward from Vizet, they were drawn by an invisible force and gathered toward him.
The Magical Energy Field converging on Vizet gave everyone an unusual sensation.
Neither the magical fluctuations produced by Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald's battle nor those produced when Dumbledore and the other two surrounded The Master had given them this feeling.
What they had felt before were more like invisible currents of wind, while the magical fluctuations gathering toward Vizet now were like a river.
The magical fluctuations passed by them, making them feel as though they stood within an incomparably broad