The grinding seemed to echo not from the sky, but inside their heads. As those enormous bones shifted and joined together, it felt as though their brains were being shaken and battered along with them.
Although the grinding lasted only a moment, everyone present felt its effects intensely.
The sudden impact left many students ashen-faced and retching. Some even had to support one another just to stay on their feet.
Wizet seemed to have found a solution. He raised his wand and gave it a gentle flick, sending a ripple through the surrounding magical energy field. A clear hum rang out, and the discomfort that had threatened to shake their brains apart finally vanished.
The moon's transformation was as violent as it was brief.
Everyone felt as though they had merely blinked. Before they could fully recover from their discomfort, the moon that dominated the night sky had lost its original shape.
In its place loomed a colossal skeletal figure high in the heavens.
The colossal skeleton began to stretch out in earnest. Its straightening spine resembled an immense mountain range spanning heaven and earth.
Its ribs spread slightly to either side, like an enormous cage about to imprison them all.
Two eerie flames rose within its vast, hollow skull. Anyone who saw them could feel the chilling, sinister gaze within.
Under the colossal skeleton's gaze, even many of the battle-hardened retired Aurors could not help taking half a step back.
At that moment, Voldemort was almost grateful that My Lord's magic still held him captive. It kept him from recoiling in terror and looking as wretched as the people around him.
Cries of alarm and unrest erupted uncontrollably through the crowd. Selina Pendragon, Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald stepped forward to stand beside Wizet.
"Wizet, you called out My Lord's