A figure suddenly appeared in midair, then, wrapped in gray mist, crashed down onto the withered lawn in the yard.
"Breen!"
The figure seemed to have been struck by the Cruciatus Curse and was enduring unimaginable agony.
He thrashed violently across the lawn, rolling back and forth as his screams never ceased!
During those few seconds that seemed stretched endlessly long, Narcissa and Bella stared blankly at him, their sluggish thoughts turning with difficulty.
The Dark Lord... had been defeated again?
Even after winning the allegiance of the Twin Serpent Wand and gaining even greater power, he had suffered another crushing defeat?
Since when?
Since when had the Dark Lord become so pathetic?
Where had the powerful Dark Lord gone, the one whose very name made the entire wizarding world tremble in fear?
Where had the elegant Dark Lord gone, the one who controlled everything?
Why, after this resurrection, had he not only failed to reestablish his former dominance over the wizarding world, but even the formidable magic he relied upon had failed him time and again?
"Master!"
While Narcissa was still wondering whether the Dark Lord had been defeated by Breen and Dumbledore working together, Bella let out a piercing wail and raced toward the figure.
"Master, my Master!"
Weeping, Bella threw herself onto Voldemort and cried out emotionally,
"W-what should I do, Master? How can I help you?!"
The only answer she received was another agonized roar like that of a beast!
Voldemort's eyes bulged horribly, and a bizarre change was taking place within them.
At times, they were crimson as though blood might drip from them; at other times, the bloody hue faded.
The veins on his forehead bulged as well, but instead of blue, they were blackish gray.
The Twin Serpent Wand, wreathed in gray mist,