Looking at the hundreds of Aurors closing in from three directions, the Dark wizards who had narrowly escaped the Sea of Fire and then endured another round of Death Bombardment finally snapped. After failing to Apparate away, several panicked Dark wizards ran madly toward the direction without Aurors, only to be swallowed by that deathly dark expanse. The remaining Dark wizards gathered around Voldemort with pale faces, placing their last hopes on the Dark Lord rather than fleeing with the others, because that was exactly what the Aurors wanted to see.
Voldemort was not afraid of the Aurors' encirclement, but his expression was exceptionally grim. He knew perfectly well that he had been tricked by that damned Mudblood again.
Nurmengard prison had been a trap that damned Mudblood had carefully prepared for him from the very beginning. That fellow knew he was searching for the Deathstick and had even guessed that he would come looking for Grindelwald.
So, he had met Grindelwald in advance and persuaded the old man to disgust him.
If that was really the case, Voldemort could almost be certain that the Deathstick he had just acquired was a fake—or rather, merely an ordinary wand.
Although Voldemort had sensed as much when he obtained that wand, it was still difficult to accept when he had to face the cruel truth.
He had sacrificed far too many followers for it. He could not accept being toyed with like a monkey.
Unfortunately, the Aurors did not care about Voldemort's complicated state of mind. They selectively adopted the principle Kingsley had kindly provided—Kill without pardon.
What Auror did not have a few enemies? If they did not take the chance to kill them now, were they supposed to wait for those enemies to return and take revenge? That was also