"It was you..." Voldemort glared at Kyle with utter hatred and roared, "What have you done?!"
He was furious, his body trembling slightly, but not because of the Death Eaters who had been killed.
They were merely cannon fodder who could not even use flying magic and had to run to attack Hogwarts. Why would the Dark Lord spare them a second glance?
He was angry because those Death Eaters had failed to provide even the slightest value. They had not eliminated Kyle, that threat, for him.
"Don't go making wild accusations!" Kyle looked at Voldemort solemnly. "Everyone saw it. Your spell killed them. It's bad enough that your crimes are already monstrous—don't try to pin them on me!"
Voldemort's vision went dark, and he nearly fell from the sky.
Him? Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord, would care about how many people he had killed?
If he wanted to, forget hundreds of wizards—even thousands would not matter, because no one could arrest him.
But that Fiendfyre explosion just now truly had nothing to do with him... nothing at all!
Voldemort dared swear upon every achievement he had ever made in the Dark Arts.
Fiendfyre was indeed extremely unstable, but it would not lose control because of a Killing Curse. Or rather, the Killing Curse was an exceptionally special spell. It was driven more by malice than magical power, so it would not affect any other spell at all...
No one understood the Killing Curse better than Voldemort.
To a certain extent, the Killing Curse could even be used as a counterspell. When powerful enough, its effect was comparable to Finite Incantatem.
How could a counterspell possibly make Fiendfyre lose control...?
It had to be Kyle!
Voldemort immediately realized that Kyle must have done something when he had first trapped