The Night Rain Gradually Stilled

A streak of green light flashed past.

The burly middle-aged man's eyes lost their light, yet he still maintained his forward-leaping posture with both hands raised. His feet had already left the ground, and his body, now a corpse, hung in midair as if falling in slow motion.

Momentum still carried the body crashing into Voldemort, the purely physical impact interrupting the magic he had spent so long preparing.

Voldemort staggered slightly. Humiliation and rage nearly made him lose his mind, but at this critical moment between life and death, he forced himself to endure it. He ignored the corpse of that barbaric, lowly beast, allowing Old Crabbe to lock his flayed hands around his waist as he tipped his head back to look skyward.

The young wizard hovered in midair, facing the ground with his wand extended. It was an extraordinarily long wand. Before him spread a vast sheet of golden Rainbow Light, carrying unimaginable heat. Behind him were thick clouds beneath the night sky. The fine rain was still falling, but each drop evaporated before it could come close.

That dazzling Rainbow Light suddenly plunged downward, bearing down like a falling star.

The Apparition blockade was still in place. With the blazing magic about to descend, there was nowhere to flee, and his counterattack had been interrupted by Old Crabbe...

In his haste, Voldemort could only conjure a gleaming Silver Shield.

The next instant, the sky above was completely obscured by a blazing magical sun.

Half a brilliant sun came roaring down. Scorching firelight covered every area beyond the Silver Shield. Voldemort's pale cheeks turned flaming red, and he seemed to hear Old Crabbe's corpse unable to withstand the heat, making dry cracking sounds.

Voldemort's face twisted grotesquely, but he merely held his wand aloft with all his