Amid the torrential rain, a group of Goblins clad in Alchemy-enhanced armor and wielding shields and swords of equal quality, Giants as huge as hills, and Werewolves who could transform at any moment due to Dark Magic formed a great circle. The sky was filled with Dementors.
Numerous Death Eaters holding wands filled the gaps within the circle, sealing off the encirclement completely.
At the center of that encirclement, a tall, gaunt, ugly snake-faced man stared at an underage girl.
No matter how one looked at it, this resembled a scene of violence—plain and simple bullying.
Yet Harley, surrounded in the very center, appeared remarkably relaxed. She even had the leisure to nod in agreement.
"Yes, Senior Riddle, I sincerely agree with that statement. Magical power is the core of everything, the most important key."
"But Senior, what makes you think... your power surpasses mine?"
The dark clouds in the sky instantly bloomed with green light. The rain all transformed into sharp icicles, falling through the Dementors' bodies.
The Giants had thick hides, and the Goblins were protected by armor, so they suffered little harm.
The Death Eaters had also been on guard. Knowing the girl before them was not to be underestimated, they had all cast Protego in advance.
But the untransformed Werewolves were caught completely off guard, instantly letting out wave after wave of wails.
Their blood flowed swiftly through the cracks between the rubble, where the earth below absorbed every drop.
"Kill her." Voldemort did not care about the Werewolves' casualties. He merely lazily waved his wand, knocking aside the icicles flying toward him.
Today was clearly not a full moon, and the clouds blanketed the sky, yet a bright, radiant moon suddenly appeared high overhead.
Every Werewolf that still had a breath left immediately began to