Most of the grunts on the battlefield had already been cleared out. Only the Death Eaters who had run to the very edge of the battlefield to watch remained.
But the expressions on Harley and Voldemort's faces were completely different.
Voldemort, who had lost a large number of followers and servants, wore a wild, cruel smile, as if he had witnessed some enormous cause for celebration.
Harley, who had just inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy, didn't look much more relaxed. She still gripped her wand tightly, ready for anything.
"Looks like you chose the third ending, and personally brought this magic to its strongest form, Harley Potter."
Voldemort didn't attack right away. Instead, he drew out his words, elegantly waving his wand as he spoke.
"I have to say, in this regard, you've done much better than that old fool Dumbledore."
"If it were him, he'd only show mercy and try his best to keep all these Werewolves and Goblins alive."
"That's why you'll never reach Professor Dumbledore's heights." Harley tilted her head and smiled, mocking him without restraint.
"Ha!" Voldemort looked Harley over, as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"My Death Eaters would be more convincing saying that than you are."
"You didn't show any mercy when you slaughtered those Werewolves and Goblins earlier."
"Just imagine... what do you think Dumbledore would make of you if I sent him this memory?"
Before he had even finished speaking, Voldemort suddenly struck the air hard with his wand.
"Enough talk. This magic is finally ready. Let's get to the main course!"
In an instant, the previously still gray-white mist seemed to surge into a frenzy, sweeping toward them like a tide.
North Sea, underground cells deep within Azkaban.
In the deepest cell, Bellatrix Lestrange