Just as Bellatrix was at a loss, Voldemort's phantom, after several soundless shouts came to nothing, slammed straight into her and sank into her body. She cried, "Master?"
"Don't resist! Let me into your mind and thoughts..." Voldemort's furious voice finally reached Bellatrix's heart, calming her considerably.
At the mouth of the cave, Rodolphus Lestrange also charged in at that moment. He shoved Alecto Carrow, who was still standing there in a daze, to the ground to clear the way, then joyfully saw his wife standing in the room with her back to him. But after only a few seconds, his expression turned to terror. "Bella?"
Before Rodolphus's eyes, the long, dark-brown curls at the back of his wife Bellatrix's head fell away in clumps, revealing a patch of deathly pale scalp beneath. Then, on the place where the back of her head should have been, a face suddenly appeared. Its color was chalk-white, one red eye shining, while the other was a black hole in a cracked, desiccated socket. Beneath that hideous, horrifying face were two nostrils as long and thin as a snake's.
"Bella, you fool! Pick up the Hand of Vecna and the eyeball! Get me out of here, now!" A hissing voice came from the back of Bellatrix's head. Voldemort's tone was frantic, and it sounded nothing like something a human could make.
"Ah! Yes, master! Forgive me!" The Black family's witch, recovering from her daze, instinctively answered before she had fully grasped the situation. Then she hurriedly crouched down and began picking up the Hand of Vecna and the Eye of Vecna. But she had only just gathered them into her arms and had not yet had time to rise when a sudden tapping sound appeared out of nowhere, exploding as if in the hearts