Seven Voldemorts!

Harry spread his dragon wings and landed on an empty boat.

The sea surface reflecting the sky split in two at his command.

On the left was the little cabin at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Riddle seemed to sense something and turned their heads.

On the right was the real world corresponding to where he currently was.

Every one of those small boats was now filled with wizards. Mr. Weasley, Moody, and the others were among them.

"The exit has shifted." Harry frowned.

Originally, the image of the real world should have corresponded to the mirror closest to Bella.

Seeing that he had appeared so close to those boats, Harry had assumed that Bella's group, including Voldemort, had already set their sights on the Ministry of Magic's and the Order of the Phoenix's boats.

But in the real world corresponding to his current location, there were no signs of battle aboard those boats.

It seemed Azkaban had not yet fully descended into reality.

And Dumbledore had been right. He truly could do more than before.

What he transmitted through mirrors was not limited to tangible objects and living beings.

Sounds, sights, and other intangible things—he could sense and transmit them through the Mirror World.

Harry waved his wand, and water vapor condensed into a water mirror before him.

Within it was the little cabin at Hogwarts, its mirror surface intact.

"Professor, Azkaban has not officially descended into reality yet. Please wait a moment." Harry's voice passed through the mirror and into the little cabin.

At the same time, he continued controlling the mirror surface reflecting Azkaban Island, spreading it deeper into the island.

Yet it felt as though he were punching water with all his strength.

It was as if an invisible membrane had enveloped the entire island.

The mirror