Voldemort collapsed to the ground, his body completely devoid of life.
The points of light that had entered his body now emerged again, slowly rising upward.
Most of the points of light drifted into the distance, as though searching for something.
The remaining few scattered slightly and floated gently up and down in midair, as if unwilling to leave this place.
Wizet looked at those points of light and let out a long breath. "I understand what you mean. If you want another chance like this in the future, I'm afraid it'll take quite a long time."
With a gentle flick of his wand, the Ritual Magic array that enveloped the entire world brightened once more.
The light rose like steam, gathering around the points of light.
The points of light grew larger and larger, as though shaped by invisible hands. They gradually took on distinct human forms and slowly descended back to the ground.
These figures manifested from the points of light were not translucent like pearly-white ghosts. They looked exactly as they had in life, as though they had been reborn.
"Leonard?" Mad-Eye Moody's voice rang out, filled with disbelief. "And Albert... Stanley... Beryl... Leslie... Dorothy..."
He called out name after name. His ever-restless magical eye was now fixed on the same spot as his normal eye, staring at the figures formed from the points of light.
Hearing Moody's call, the figures began greeting him all at once.
Moody opened his mouth, his voice trembling noticeably. "Are you all real?"
These people had all died at Voldemort's or the Death Eaters' hands. How could he not be shocked to see them standing before him again?
One of the figures smiled and asked, "Moody, didn't we meet before? Have you gone so senile that you've forgotten already?"
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