At this moment, in an extremely well-hidden room, a group of people standing by windows illuminated by an eerie green glow, watching the righteous siege outside, erupted into wave after wave of cheers.
No one could survive such a siege.
Not even Voldemort.
Once the green light outside faded, they could go out and collect the Dark Lord's corpse.
That meant a huge bounty would soon be deposited into everyone's accounts. Nothing was more pleasing, body and soul.
"I wonder if the International Wizarding Federation will regret offering such a high bounty." The task had been completed so easily that it was rather worrying.
"Don't worry. Even for the sake of its own reputation, the International Wizarding Federation definitely won't break its word so easily," someone reassured them.
Anyone could see that.
"Did anyone bring champagne?" someone suggested. "We should celebrate properly."
"Ahem, don't go too far. The celebration feast can wait until this is over."
As the Bounty Hunters chatted and laughed merrily, terrifying Fiendfyre suddenly swept out of the eerie green light, transforming into a surging shockwave that swept in all directions and engulfed those despicable ambushers.
In an instant, the unlucky fools became human torches, struggling in agony before collapsing.
The sight stunned all the Bounty Hunters. Their minds blank, they simply could not understand what had happened.
Wasn't Lord Voldemort already dead?
"How is this possible?"
Everyone stared fixedly at the only figure still standing.
Voldemort! Yes, it was Voldemort.
He was still alive.
How could he have survived that kind of attack? Could even Avada Kedavra not kill him?
The room immediately fell into an eerie silence.
After a moment, someone suddenly asked, "What do we do now? Go out and fight him?"
No one answered.
But clearly, no one was willing to go out