Collecting Old Voldy!

Whoosh!

The Emerald Lightning Sphere in Voldemort's hand shot out in an instant. It swelled rapidly in midair, growing larger and larger until it became a massive ball of lightning.

Green lightning surged and leaped, like a razor-sharp knife.

It crackled through the air with a harsh, tearing sound. The strange electrical noise made everyone nearby feel a soul-deep chill, as though their souls had encountered a natural enemy. Goosebumps rose all over their skin.

It was the Killing Curse. It was the Cruciatus Curse. It even carried the distinctive flavor of a Horcrux.

The lightning sphere instantly engulfed Anthony.

The magic contained in the spell was simply too powerful. Even its surging energy had a tremendous effect on everything around it.

Everyone nearby—even those usually hailed as powerful masters of magic, and even the deranged, seemingly fearless Bella and Barty Crouch Jr.—retreated involuntarily.

It was an almost instinctive response to danger. The sphere's emerald light cast a ghastly green pallor over every face.

One by one, they stared in terror.

The Dark Lord was terrifying beyond belief!

At that moment, the unease stirred by Dumbledore's attack on their base and the resulting flight of its occupants faded away completely.

They seemed to realize that the Dark Lord's promises to welcome everyone and accept underlings who offered no loyalty beyond self-interest were certainly open to interpretation. But now, they no longer dared entertain such thoughts.

He was so absurdly powerful that no one could even hope to stand against him. All they could do was obediently kneel, prostrating themselves before the "holy Mr. Riddle" as though worshipping a god, and kiss his shoes.

And Anthony Weasley, who had forced the Dark Lord to unleash such powerful magic, had become a source of fear in everyone's hearts as well.

He seemed