The howling gale between heaven and earth gradually subsided, the rain eased, and even the endless rolling thunder was suppressed to its faintest rumble.
The remaining Death Eater army and the Hit Wizards also stopped fighting for their lives.
A pressure so dense it was nearly tangible shrouded the ruins of Diagon Alley, making even the air thick and viscous.
Everyone watched the enormous face formed from the roiling clouds overhead and Amosta Breen, who had descended upon the scene.
The rock spikes pinning Sirius down crumbled into sand in a light breeze. Freed from their restraint, his body collapsed into a muddy puddle, and the steady stream of blood flowing from him quickly stained the water red.
"Amosta."
Sirius called out weakly.
Amosta gave Sirius an apologetic smile. With a slight lift of his wand, he scattered a wash of clean light over Sirius that illuminated the dark world, and the wounds on Sirius's body stopped bleeding.
After briefly tending to Sirius's injuries, Amosta looked once more at the sea of clouds churning overhead.
The rippling breeze stirred his hair as Amosta said calmly,
"It was a mistake for you to appear here today, Riddle."
Thunder rumbled again, and the lightning within the clouds began to rage out of control.
The giant face floating in the sky and gazing down upon the mortal world released endless columns of black smoke toward the earth.
The smoke gathered again upon the ground and gradually solidified, a humanoid outline slowly taking shape.
Tap—
Voldemort stepped out of the dense black mist.
Hiss!
A series of sharp gasps instantly broke out across the silent battlefield!
Ever since Harry Potter had destroyed the Dark Lord's power fourteen years ago, ordinary people had received no news of the Dark Lord throughout those fourteen years.
Since