Before death, everyone was equal. Death Eaters were no exception.
Rodolphus stared fixedly at Vincent's retreating back, his eyes filled with hatred.
This little Mudblood, this lowborn little Mudblood—pure-blood wizards had been declining day by day precisely because of people like him.
To preserve the purity of wizarding bloodlines, this little Mudblood had to die today!
Rodolphus struggled to raise his mangled right hand.
His thumb and ring finger were gone. He only had three fingers left now, and he could not even hold a wand steady, yet the corner of his mouth beneath the mask curled into a savage grin.
His index finger, as though reaching out from a pool of blood, pointed at Vincent's back. Amid Rodolphus's crazed laughter, a thread condensed from blood extended from his fingertip and shot straight at him.
Focused on the duel, Vincent was caught off guard. The scarlet thread pierced through his back and emerged from his chest.
But to Rodolphus's surprise, he grabbed the thread with all his strength.
"Attack him!"
The two Death Eaters circled around the Lava Giant and raised their wands almost simultaneously.
One aimed at Vincent's head, the other at the ground beneath his feet.
Vincent tilted his head and allowed the iron chains conjured beneath his feet by Transfiguration to bind his legs.
When the attack missed, the Death Eaters cast their spells again. However, the ignored Lava Giant suddenly crashed down in front of Vincent.
"I almost forgot. You're all a bunch of lunatics." Vincent gripped the scarlet thread piercing through his chest and turned back to look behind him with utterly emotionless eyes.
As Rodolphus met his gaze, he inexplicably felt as though he were being watched by a powerful fire dragon.
In that brief moment of distraction, the Lava Giant erupted in flames