Seeing the Fiendfyre serpent pounce toward Wizet, those who recognized him could not help but shake their heads.
They had not expected Voldemort's counterattack to come so quickly, so fiercely, so despairingly.
Even if Wizet could evade the Killing Curse, with his retreat cut off, how could he possibly avoid such widespread Fiendfyre?
Quite a few more sensitive wizards even imagined what would happen next—
An expression of extreme agony would appear on Wizet's face. Though he would struggle desperately to resist the Fiendfyre, he would ultimately be powerless to stop it from consuming him completely.
They could not help feeling sorrowful. One after another, they turned their heads away, unwilling to watch Wizet be devoured by the Fiendfyre, letting out long sighs;
If Wizet had been given more time to grow, he would surely have become a top-tier wizard. The outcome might have been different, perhaps?
Just then, however, they caught several unusual flashes of brightness from the corners of their eyes.
Could it be...
Unable to suppress the possibility that sprang to mind, they eagerly turned back to look at the Fiendfyre serpent that had swallowed Wizet.
The Fiendfyre serpent slammed into Wizet, swallowing his figure within it.
The countless boulders surrounding Wizet now resembled a gigantic pool, into which the Fiendfyre serpent poured like a raging torrent.
As the Fiendfyre collided with the solid ground, the earth immediately began to quake violently. Cracks spread and expanded like a spiderweb, erupting with sharp crackling sounds.
It was not only the ground that shattered. As the Fiendfyre serpent slithered among the boulders, even the rocks melted under its scorching heat, dripping down as crimson magma.
The entire island of Azkaban was stained by Fiendfyre. Everywhere the eye could see was a vivid orange-red, as unsettling as an inferno.