Rodolphus stared blankly. What he had loved most in the past was using fire-based magic to set fires everywhere and attack others, but now everything he saw and heard left him dazed, as if he had fallen into a dream.
In that moment of stupor, the wizard noticed the body of his wife, whom Voldemort had killed earlier, lying on the ground. Everywhere he looked was filled with crimson flames. Bella's body was surrounded by raging fire, her original appearance no longer discernible; in the blaze, all that remained was a blackened lump of charcoal. With a bang, it burst apart in the flames and was swept away by the scorching tongues of fire. The scattered bones and ashes were quickly lost amid the writhing inferno, impossible to track, impossible to find.
He raised his head.
The Death Knight leaders lifted their round shields and tried to resist, but the powerful flames of Dragon Breath surged even more violently, destroying the shields and engulfing those exceptionally towering Death Knights in fire.
Not far away, Voldemort, who had already become a Lich, was temporarily keeping the flames outside with a magical shield. He looked like an egg wrapped in fire. His expression grew increasingly ferocious, but with a snap of Luna's fingers, the shield burst like a punctured bubble. Flames poured madly through the breach in the shield, and Voldemort twisted in the blaze, staggered a few steps through this region that had become a sea of fire, then collapsed to the ground with a crash.
"Burn them to death! Burn them to death! Burn them to death!"
The frenzied excitement in the wizards' hoarse shouts was highly infectious. Their rhythmic cries gathered into a roaring wave of sound, growing more and more fervent, more and more crazed.
Young and old,