"I'll say it one more time: drop your wands and weapons, raise your hands above your heads, then lie flat on the ground. This is your last chance!"
Sensing Dumbledore's concern, Hawking turned and gave him a reassuring look before shouting down again.
He did not truly intend to wipe out all these Death Eaters. He only wanted to scare them.
Unless he scared the wits out of them, once his hour was up and he left, how could these Death Eaters possibly submit obediently to arrest and trial?
Faced with the increasingly close meteor and the terrifying, life-threatening pressure it brought, not a single Death Eater dared defy Hawking's words any longer.
They all threw down their wands, then spread their hands and shakily lay flat on the ground as Hawking had ordered.
Still, overcome by fear, they could not help secretly lifting their heads to look at the descending meteor, hoping it would stop.
Even the werewolves and giants, along with the Acromantulas, tried their best to stretch out their limbs and assume something resembling a prone position.
It looked rather comical.
Only the Dementors paid Hawking's warning no mind. They were not afraid of physical attacks; even if the meteor struck them, it would not harm them in the slightest.
So they actually charged toward Hawking as a group, intending to gang up on him and see whether they could interrupt his spellcasting.
Voldemort also realized this, but he was far more cautious. Rather than attacking immediately, he quickly retreated to put some distance between them, raising his wand as he waited to see how things unfolded.
If the Dementors' attack worked, he would seize the opportunity to strike.
If it did not, he would have to consider fleeing.
"Shinigami Mode!"
After simultaneously casting the Light-Weight Rock