Inferi Everywhere
"Avery!" Selwyn's voice, filled with shock and fear, echoed through the empty cemetery. The mournful cry, mingled with the howling wind, made the atmosphere even more eerie and oppressive.
Avery is dead.
His lifeless body lay on the ground.
The hood slipped off his head and fell to the ground, revealing his pale face. His eyes were wide open, filled with a mixture of confusion and fear, and his mouth was slightly agape. Clearly, he had no idea what had happened before he died.
Voldemort looked at the circle of Death Eaters.
The Death Eaters trembled with fear. They were now even further from the center of Voldemort and Skylar's confrontation, almost ten feet away—a distance from which even the fastest spells would struggle to land a hit. They say the unknown is the most terrifying thing; no one knew how Avery had died. In the memories of everyone around, they only saw a flash of green light near Avery, and then—
Avery suddenly collapsed to the ground, without even having time to let out a scream.
Such bizarre magic was unprecedented even for those present, who were all well-informed and important members of Pure-blood families. At this moment, an inescapable gloom hung over their hearts.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous red light flickering beneath his eyelids.
"Is it spatial magic?" Voldemort said slowly, his tone now devoid of any arrogance or confidence, only absolute solemnity remaining. "You redirected my attack onto Avery?"
"As expected of the Dark Lord I have long admired, truly impressive." Skylar's face still held that gentle, calm smile, as if his earth-shattering move was nothing more than a trivial matter in his eyes.
"It is indeed spatial magic, a secret technique I created on my own not long ago— Moon Shifts, Stars Move. What do you think? The name sounds pretty good, right?" He clicked his tongue twice, then sighed and said, "To be honest, I'm still debating whether 'Moon Shifts, Stars Move' or 'Star Shift and Star Shift' sounds better. What do you think?"
Voldemort said coldly, "Your spatial magic isn't yet fully mastered, is it? Otherwise, why did you choose to teleport to Avery instead of me?"
"Hahaha..." Skylar couldn't help but laugh out loud, "My lord, you really have a high opinion of yourself. Have you ever considered that perhaps... those secrets you consider so hidden are no secrets to many people?"
"What did you say?!" Voldemort shouted coldly, a bad premonition beginning to rise in his heart. From the moment Skylar entered the arena until now, he had firmly grasped the initiative, and his words and actions clearly implied that he really knew something he shouldn't know.
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Anyway, the Killing Curse can't kill you, right? Unless someone finds out all your secrets..." Skylar's lips curled into a sly smile.
"Damn it!" Voldemort was now truly certain that Skylar had discovered the Horcrux, and Skylar's use of the phrase "several secrets" was particularly significant—did Skylar know that he possessed multiple Horcrux?
Creating Horcrux was his deepest secret, one he hadn't even revealed a fraction of—not even to the Death Eaters —let alone the fact that he had created more than Horcrux. The most likely reason Skylar could guess this was—something Sherlin wouldn't even dare to imagine—
Skylar has found one of his Horcrux, or more!
He no longer had the will to fight; all he wanted to do was use Apparition to inspect each of his Horcrux.
"Kill him!" Voldemort shouted coldly, but the Death Eaters, intimidated by Skylar's imposing presence and the bizarre method he had just used Death Eaters kill Avery, hesitated to make a move. They weren't idiots—
Disobeying Voldemort might at most result in him settling scores later and punishing you with the Cruciatus Curse, but acting rashly could very well cost you your life. It's such an obvious point; who wouldn't be able to calculate it?
Voldemort knew that the Killing Curse, which targets only one enemy, was ineffective, so he resorted to other forms of Dark Arts.
"Fiendfyre Burning Heaven!"
Voldemort cast the Fiendfyre Curse, and the azure Fiendfyre under his control transformed into a ferocious, enormous Fire Snake, radiating intense heat and naked greed as it lunged at Skylar.
Skylar shook his head slightly, seemingly somewhat disappointed. "Besides the Killing Curse, don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" Even as the Fire Snake lunged at him at breakneck speed, Skylar's face remained completely calm. He even strolled forward leisurely, as if he hadn't seen the blue fire serpent in front of him at all.
"Do you know that the final form of the Fiendfyre Curse..." Skylar paused, "Is actually black!"
(Note: In Rowling's original script for The Crimes of Grindelwald's move to burn Paris was actually made of Black Fire, but the director changed it to blue to match the visual effect of the background. Blue is an official secondary design, while black is the true official design for that move.)
Skylar swung his wand dramatically, and the blue serpent let out a mournful cry before suddenly splitting in two. One part transformed into jet-black flames, which then lunged at the now significantly smaller blue Fire Snake. The two forces of Fiendfyre in the air, distorting the surrounding atmosphere due to the intense heat.
Voldemort said nothing, but the red light in his pupils began to dim. He had a very bad feeling. He hadn't gained any advantage in this battle, and was even being subtly suppressed. He wasn't a stubborn person, and the thought of running away was already on his mind.
But, before making my escape--
We still need to leave this bastard with a surprise!
Skylar's black Fiendfyre gradually suppressed the blue Fire Snake, reducing its size to less than a tenth of its former Fire Snake. Just as the blue Fire Snake was on the verge of collapse—
Voldemort opened his mouth and let out a shriek that was both sharp and piercing, yet also long and drawn out.
Suddenly, the surrounding cemeteries exploded one by one, and more than twenty mummies emerged from the ground.
Skylar recognized it at a glance; what kind of magic was this?
It's Inferius!
Inferius is a corpse summoned by a dark wizard's spell. It has no life of its own and is merely used like a puppet to carry out the wizard's commands.
These mummified corpses stared at Skylar with their hollow, misty eyes Skylar. Their tattered clothes trailed behind them, and their sunken faces wore expressions of disdain. They approached Skylar step by step, reaching out their withered hands.
Voldemort once again brandished his wand in an extremely complex gesture, and countless giant black Inferius suddenly appeared on the bodies of the Inferius, coiling around them and baring their bloody fangs at Skylar.
Voldemort sneered inwardly. These Inferius were not ordinary Inferius; they only knew how to attack blindly and irrationally.
Even as he accepted the Shadow of the Magic Dragon to help him resurrect, he had already become wary of the dark wizards' inexplicable kindness. Therefore, he had Peter Pettigrew brew a large batch of extremely dangerous dark Potions for him and poured them into the graveyard day and night.
If these Inferius are attacked—
It will self-destruct! The explosive power will definitely surpass even the most powerful Blasting Curse.
This was originally a trump card he intended to save for the Shadow of the Magic Dragon, but he never expected that he would be forced to use it prematurely by a boy who was not even 15 years old.