Two ice tornadoes had not gained an overwhelming advantage against a fire tornado.
After the collision, both dissipated into the air.
However, snow began to fall across Hogwarts in the middle of summer. Clearly, Cypher had come out ahead.
Perhaps because he had vented so much magic, Tom felt waves of emptiness.
The reason suppressed by his frenzy actually showed signs of awakening.
But Cypher was not about to indulge him.
Whether Tom truly wanted to do this or it was an Obscurus outbreak—
Tom was doomed to die today. Even Professor Dumbledore... might have been able to stop him, but he was not here!
Cypher moved his fingers, his palm sweeping through the air at the same time.
His fingertips left behind intricate, mysterious magical patterns.
Once the magical framework took shape—
Cypher slammed his palm viciously onto the ground.
The magic circle instantly spread and expanded until it enveloped the entire Quidditch Pitch.
At the very center of the formation, a pillar of light shot into the sky.
Tom was shrouded within it.
As though he sensed danger—
His awakening reason was once again suppressed by fearful instinct.
Trapped inside the pillar of light, he wanted to leave. Yet although Tom made several motions as if to run, he remained rooted where he stood.
Only then did he realize that a layer of ice had formed beneath him at some point, encasing both his legs.
Dazed and muddled, Tom finally noticed the abnormality beneath his feet.
But before he could make any further moves this time—
Cypher's killing move had already descended.
The snowflakes swirling through the sky gathered into one slender ice spike after another.
They plummeted viciously toward Tom, pinned in the center of the field.
One, two...
Tom struggled to evade one after another, but