The green light of the Killing Curse enveloped Wizet, yet it was as though high explosive had been ignited, erupting with a thunderous boom.
The violent explosion tore through the surrounding air. Thick black smoke poured outward like waves beyond the island, roaring furiously in every direction.
The instant the smoke appeared, Voldemort realized something was wrong. Wizet must have used some kind of magic to evade his Killing Curse.
Wizet had dodged the first Killing Curse, but could he, like Dumbledore, evade even more of them?
"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort did not hesitate in the slightest. He raised his wand and continued casting the Killing Curse, firing several chilling green beams.
The ghastly green beams sank into the thick black smoke, dyeing it a terrifying dark green as well.
Those watching through the hazy green light were likewise startled by Voldemort's sudden actions.
They could scarcely imagine what kind of wizard could possibly warrant Voldemort treating him with such gravity, launching so many Killing Curses at him;
At least in their eyes, the first Killing Curse Voldemort had cast should have been enough to kill any wizard who was not Dumbledore.
As he fired the Killing Curses, Voldemort raised his other hand as well.
He swung his arm sharply, and a gale howled into existence, rushing straight at the billowing smoke.
Yet another unexpected development occurred. The smoke struck by the gale did not disperse; it merely thinned considerably, turning a murky gray.
At the very moment the smoke thinned, a flash of light burst from within it, dimming even the green glow of the Killing Curses.
Along with the burst of light came a low rumble, as though it were not a cloud of smoke at all, but a thundercloud gathering power.
An indescribable yet familiar