A string of gleaming crimson stars flew from the Vine Staff in Vitia's hand, leaving faint trails of flame in the air!
Draco and Vitia vanished.
They were swallowed by hazy air. Their faces disappeared from view, still wearing expressions of shock and confusion.
Then Harry and the others, the Ministry's Hit Wizards, and the few remaining conscious Death Eaters all turned to look at Voldemort.
Ding!
The sound of several dozen crimson stars, each the size of a Golden Snitch, embedding themselves in the void was as clear as wind chimes swaying in the breeze.
Like real stars, they shone within the reception hall, radiating their own light outward and forming an enclosed space suffused with a crimson glow.
Voldemort was lifted into the air by an unseen force.
Every sound in the hall vanished, including the people's breathing and Voldemort's furious roars and howls from within the domain.
Everyone could see that Voldemort was desperately trying to break free from whatever had trapped him.
He struggled, trying to raise his wand.
But the light filling that crimson domain was as viscous as amber about to solidify, while Voldemort was like an insect trapped within it.
His every movement was restrained by tremendous force.
Malfoy and several nearby Death Eaters, along with Kingsley and the others, could clearly see the fear flickering in Voldemort's wide, blood-red eyes.
He seemed unable to comprehend what kind of power had trapped him.
"Master."
Even the frenzied Bellatrix was at a loss like a terrified little girl. She stretched out one hand as if she wanted to touch the crimson domain, which radiated not a trace of heat, but before her bent arm could straighten, she recoiled as though burned!
Voldemort let out a ferocious roar, and a black, foul wind began pouring