People Always Fear the Unknown

"Ugh—"

A shriek tinged with reluctance, fear, and despair rang out across the ruined manor.

Voldemort's entire body stiffened, his scarlet eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

He lowered his head to look at his body, desperately trying to salvage everything, but could only watch helplessly as his body turned to ash and gradually scattered into the air.

"We won..."

Harry was drenched in sweat, his face smeared with dust. Panting heavily, he stared at the place where Voldemort had vanished, his eyes still carrying a trace of disbelief.

Voldemort, who had hung over him like a shadow ever since he entered the Wizarding World... was really dead? "Hah—"

Andy let out a soft breath and casually slid his wand into its holster, but his gaze remained fixed on the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

The Elder Wand... really was incredible! The battle against Voldemort had not been especially intense. Caught between Andy and Dumbledore, Voldemort had been doomed to defeat no matter how desperately he fought back.

Harry looked rather disheveled mainly because he had been avoiding the aftermath of the battle—in a fight like this, Protego was useless.

What truly shocked Andy was the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand.

A wand could actually amplify Dumbledore's magical power.

Andy even felt that, in terms of magical offensive power alone, Dumbledore wielding the Elder Wand was no weaker than himself.

After all, Andy had already completed the fusion of his mind and magical power, making him something akin to an Obscurus.

But Dumbledore...

Andy frowned and asked, "Professor, how much of your strength did you use in that battle just now?"

Andy felt that Dumbledore had still held something back.

Dumbledore stared at the place where Voldemort had vanished for a long time without speaking.

To Voldemort, Dumbledore had been the