"Burn them to death!"
More urgent, more fervent, and younger voices joined the cry. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and the young people from Hogwarts whom the professors had brought over were shouting themselves hoarse, jumping as they yelled.
They had just endured the Grim Reaper's sudden assault, and that feeling of despair still lingered in the wizards' hearts. These shouts now were less hope than release; the wizards needed an outlet like this to vent the gloom and fury in their chests.
To the Death Eaters and Undead Creatures before the Gates, those voices sounded like horns tolling their doom. They watched helplessly as the Gates around them were destroyed one after another, their souls absorbed by the Diadem. Despair and unease had shifted onto them, but there was nowhere left for them to flee. Things had already reached a dead end.
The Ten Thousand Colors Returning to Void Dragon beat its wings and turned toward the next Gate, which was exactly where Rodolphus and the others were. The Death Eaters grew even more agitated, like insects before rain, blindly trying to find a way to survive.
Looking at the ferocious Dragon, the corners of Voldemort's terrifying face twisted. He knew that with his current methods, he was probably unable to harm it. He turned his head, his scarlet eyes with pupils like thin slits looking toward the pale, haggard Witch beside him. "Bella..."
Bellatrix raised her head at the sound. When her gaze met his, she froze for a moment, then understood his intention. She showed no fear. Instead, she said happily in a shrill voice, "My Dark Lord is forever so wise..."
The Eye of Vecna in the Dark Lord's eye socket abruptly released a continuous beam. The red beam looked like the blood vessels on that eyestalk from