The remaining Death Eater tailed Harry and Hagrid, pursuing them relentlessly as all kinds of Charms came flying at them one after another. Hedwig screeched sharply and darted in front of the leading Death Eater, stretching out her talons to rake at his eyes.
"Get away! You damned beast!" The Death Eater waved his hands wildly, trying to knock Hedwig aside, but her attacks were fierce, and her ceaselessly beating wings slapped his cheeks again and again without mercy.
The Death Eater struggled to keep his balance. Hedwig's desperate battering left him barely able to stop himself from falling off his Flying Broomstick. Suddenly, Hedwig's claws struck his left eye dead-on, sending the eyeball spilling from its socket as blood gushed out at once.
Under Hedwig's blow, the Death Eater let out a piercing scream. His broom shook violently, and, clutching his right eye, he toppled from it.
"Hedwig! You're ama—ah!" Before Harry could finish his praise, the scar on his forehead burned with searing pain, forcing him to press his body against the motorcycle sidecar.
At that moment, Hagrid had no time to ask Harry what was wrong before he discovered that behind them, a black fog seemed to be swallowing heaven and earth, blotting out the sky. Taking the motorcycle's two glittering taillights as its target, the black fog kept corroding and spreading toward them.
Feeling the pain in his head grow worse and worse, Harry could not help widening his eyes. Then he saw him: the man within the black fog. Voldemort flew with the wind like smoke, with no broom and no Thestral, his bald, snakelike face gleaming in the darkness.
Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted. His voice was very soft, like a cluster of hissing, spitting flames, yet it carried clearly into Harry's ears. "Harry Potter...