Voldemort was trapped in Dumbledore's water prison, able to see only blurry figures, when a voice rang out from a corner of Azkaban Island.
"You despicable people! You actually ambushed the Master! You ambushed the Dark Lord! All for that shameless victory!"
The voice was filled with fury, shrill and drawn out, as piercing and grating as a spike scraping across glass.
The Aurors all turned toward the sound. It was Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bellatrix Lestrange lay sprawled over a massive boulder, her nearly matted long hair tangled into a mess, covered in dust and gravel. She looked utterly bedraggled.
She had clearly just climbed onto the boulder. Blood seeped from her forehead and cheeks, running down her gaunt face and leaving vivid red streaks across her chin and neck.
Despite Bellatrix Lestrange's miserable state, her gaze remained exceptionally firm as she indignantly defended Voldemort, who was at a disadvantage.
Faced with such a crazed and loyal Death Eater, the Aurors had no intention of showing mercy. They raised their wands at Bellatrix Lestrange. "Stupefy!"
Though they could not intervene in the battle between Wizet, Dumbledore, and Voldemort, they could still attack Bellatrix Lestrange as a precaution.
Before they had even set foot on Azkaban Island, they had learned that Bellatrix Lestrange had obtained the guards' wands;
to avoid any possible accidents, it was only natural to use an attack as a preventive measure.
"The Dark Lord cannot be defeated! He will return! Just like today! He will lead us into a new world! You are the ones who will ultimately fail..."
Several red beams engulfed Bellatrix Lestrange, abruptly cutting off her impassioned shouting;
the Stunning Spells sent her flying. She tumbled down along the face of the boulder, while a burst of commotion arose from beneath it. Clearly, there were