Unlike ordinary wizards and ordinary Undead, the Undead's high-end combat forces had still remained on the defensive.
Several masses of black smoke moved rapidly through the sky. The Harris side, borne up by the swirling black smoke, poured Charms downward, firing with relative precision as they chased Voldemort, the Death Eaters, and those Death Knights and beat them down.
At that moment, the Dark Lord, who had just stopped after Apparition, noticed that several Harrises were still watching him and had begun pointing their wands at him again. He had no choice but to conjure another silver shield out of thin air to block them. Those attacks instantly caused visible damage to the shield, crackling against it with a series of deep, gonglike clangs—a strange, hair-raising sound.
And just as he was using the silver shield to defend himself and was slightly distracted while thinking of a countermeasure, a long, thin strand of flame slipped over from beneath the crotch of a nearby Death Knight and suddenly coiled around Voldemort's body, including the shield and everything else.
The ghostly dark-green robe on Voldemort's body was instantly devoured by the flames and burned even more ragged. But the Dark Lord quickly cast a spell, turning the fiery rope into a venomous snake. It swiftly slithered down from his body and was flung away, making the spell hiss viciously at the caster—then, after seeing clearly who the attacker was, Voldemort felt even more humiliated and enraged.
The one who had made him so disheveled was actually the youngest Witch of the Harris Family. Emily Harris, who had not come over at once originally, had also been called over by Owen to make an appearance after the Clone was exposed.
If it had been a one-on-one duel, he would never have been this