He instinctively tightened his grip on the Elder Wand and immediately felt an indescribable power.
The Elder Wand in his hand let out a hum and instantly became scorching hot.
The heat seemed to reach straight into his soul, forcing him to let go and allow the Elder Wand to fly toward the Skeleton Figure.
When they saw the Elder Wand land in the Skeleton Figure's hand, Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald reached the same conclusion almost simultaneously regarding the figure's identity. "My Lord!"
As they spoke those words, their expressions turned exceptionally grim. Since the war with Voldemort had begun, this was the first time such looks had appeared on their faces.
"My Lord?" Harry and the others froze when they heard Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, then their eyes widened.
They looked again at the Skeleton Figure, their voices far sharper than before. "Isn't he that moon? How did he become like this?"
My Lord casually grasped the Elder Wand. As though it had melted, the Elder Wand fused with one of his fingers.
He sensed the gazes directed at him and noticed the wands in their hands. "As beings of a lower rank, how can you use the same things as I do?"
Before they could understand what he meant, something that filled them with terror had already happened in his hand.
The wands they clutched tightly all let out a mournful hum.
Along with that hum, the wands split apart without warning, turning into fine, ash-gray powder that slipped through their fingers.
They could do nothing. They had no way to stop their wands from collapsing.
Voldemort had likewise lost his Yew Wand. He immediately raised his head and glared viciously at My Lord.
To him, My Lord's actions at that moment were undoubtedly the most unforgivable provocation.