Voldemort tried to break free of the Ritual Magic, but he just couldn't control himself.
He could clearly feel himself mustering all his will to cast the Sunshine Bread Charm. It should have been an intensely personal act, but at that moment, he wasn't even allowed the slightest control over the magic he was casting.
He was possessing a wizard as a wandering soul, yet he felt as though something had also possessed his own soul and spirit, something that could control him.
No—not as though.
It was exactly like being possessed. Clearly, Anton the lunatic was using the same method Voldemort had once used when possessing Quirrell.
That disgusting lunatic. That Boggart!
He had made the entire environment of the moon and countless human souls bear down upon his own soul, then pressed them heavily onto Voldemort's wandering soul.
Old Voldy was, after all, a supreme wizard. He quickly figured out what was happening to him.
The lunar environment and the countless human souls were colliding in a terrible clash. The sparks from their collision were stirring up immense magical power, transforming the world around them.
He even wanted to sneer. So that was it. Anton had made a huge spectacle, but now he was in over his head. His method of transforming the moon's environment was clearly a hybrid spell involving Transfiguration, the Weather Charm, and World Evolution (chapter 537, Newt's case), among others. Anton wasn't capable of stabilizing magic on the scale of transforming an entire planet, so he could only keep it going like this.
In other words, as soon as Anton stopped the Ritual Magic, everything here would return to how it had been!
Old Voldy wanted to laugh at him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
He had become part of the Ritual Magic and understood what