Almost instantly, the stasis field shattered like a punctured soap bubble.
Seeing this, Voldemort immediately disregarded the Death Eaters' safety and unleashed a wide-area Fiendfyre spell that swept through the entire dining hall.
Fortunately, he still had firm control over this Fiendfyre. After flashing past in an instant, it quickly vanished, along with Voldemort himself.
When Voldemort disappeared, the Death Eaters who had instantly surrounded the dining hall also scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing by every possible means—some using Portkeys, others taking off on flying brooms.
The former were much harder to kill or restrain, but the latter were easy enough. He only needed to use Wither Skeleton Skulls to pick them off one by one with precision.
"Kayson, you should have discussed this with us first," Dumbledore said gravely.
Kayson, seeing Voldemort flee, shrugged helplessly. "I almost killed him just now."
"You almost killed yourself just now too," Dumbledore said stiffly.
"Not really, not really. I'm tough as nails—literally tough, really." As he spoke, Kayson pulled out a bottle of pink healing potion and gulped it down.
"Mm... This gives me an ominous feeling. Even I find it ominous. You're quite the white White Wizard," Grindelwald remarked as he observed the corruption rift in the distance.
"Sorry... but what exactly is this White Wizard business?" Kayson asked only after the burn on his chest had completely healed.
"As long as you're not a Dark Wizard, you're a White Wizard." Grindelwald drew his wand and gestured at the corruption rift... to absolutely no effect.
"How do we deal with this thing?" Dumbledore asked.
"There should be a way. Let me take a look." Kayson pulled out his Arcane Handbook and kept swiping left and right across the starry sky within it.
"There are two methods. We can use Paradox