He then threw the diary onto the ground, pried open Ginny's eyelids, and frowned at her cloudy, vacant pupils. He gestured for Lockhart to step forward and examine her.
Lockhart cast the dimmest Lumos on Ginny. The milky-white glow at the tip of his wand flickered faintly like a firefly. Yet Ginny's bloodshot eyes showed no reaction at all to the light so close before them. Her pupils neither contracted nor instinctively shied away. She merely stared blankly in Madara's direction and snarled.
Madara sneered. With his other hand, he snatched the Black Diary from Ginny's arms, then black, writhing flames rose from his palm—Fiendfyre infused with Amaterasu!
Such a dangerous, advanced fire spell was extraordinarily docile under Uchiha Madara's control, nothing like the violent, uncontrollable magic Professor Flitwick described in Charms. Madara mercilessly brought the Amaterasu Fiendfyre close to the Black Diary.
"Get out of this child's body, filth," Madara said in a low, icy voice. "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you experience true death." The diary suddenly trembled violently, and Ginny's body struggled fiercely, yet she remained completely still under Madara's suppression.
The pages flipped frantically, and countless dark-green words crawled into the air like living creatures! Dark-green smoke seeped out from the pages and gathered into a crazed, twisted middle-aged face—a man resembling the Dark Lord Voldemort from the Ministry of Magic's red wanted posters.
His gaze was initially arrogant, filled with lofty contempt.
"Who are you? How dare you interfere in the Dark Lord's affairs?"
Madara did not answer. He merely loosened his control over the Fiendfyre slightly. As though it had caught the scent of the soul within the diary, the black Fiendfyre flared violently and pressed closer. Ginny's body jolted, and the diary let out a faint tearing sound.
The middle-aged man's expression changed,