Voldemort raised a hand, dark crimson light gathering in his palm. Tentacles erupted wildly from his body, swaying through the air, each one bearing enough terrifying force to tear space apart. Three scarlet eyes swept over Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Ian, while a savage grin spread across his lips.
"Three legends." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying the sickly madness of a desperate final gamble. "Then come at me together." He moved first.
Not toward Dumbledore. Not toward Grindelwald. But toward Ian—the boy he feared most, guarded against most, and wanted most desperately to eliminate. Dark crimson light burst from his palm, transforming into a massive tentacle wreathed in chaotic flames as it lashed straight for Ian's face!
Ian did not dodge. With a slight flick of his wand, silvery-white light shot from its tip, fine as a strand of hair yet carrying an irresistible force, instantly severing the tentacle. The broken appendage fell to the ground and dissolved into a puddle of black liquid, corroding smoking pits into the floor.
"You can't kill me!" Voldemort howled. More tentacles surged from his body, pouncing at Ian from every direction and angle! Dumbledore struck. A golden flaming sword carved an arc through the air, severing three tentacles. Grindelwald's Fiendfyre became a black dragon and devoured two more. Ian flicked his wand repeatedly, weaving silvery-white light into a net that ensnared every remaining tentacle.
Voldemort's body shook violently. The tentacles had been severed, devoured, bound—each one connected to his nerves, every break bringing piercing agony. Yet his lips remained curled, and madness still burned in his eyes.
"You think this is enough to kill me?" He spread his arms, and dark crimson light erupted from his body, becoming a massive shockwave that engulfed the entire hall! Wherever it passed, walls cracked, the