Ginny Goes After Bella

Voldemort was no longer as arrogant as everyone else believed.

Because he had discovered something terrifying. He did not know that Dumbledore and the others had been boosted by War Magic.

Each of his seven servants contained the power he had possessed one second before his resurrection.

Every one of them rivaled him before his fall from power.

Logically, facing the three people opposite them should have been a one-sided slaughter.

Yet the light feathers unleashed in anger by his younger self kept all seven of him occupied.

Grindelwald was the same.

Forcing him to merge with the others temporarily.

Then how strong must Dumbledore be—the one who had defeated Grindelwald and subdued his younger self?

Voldemort felt that he had been played!

If he had not obtained the power of a god,

then in Dumbledore's eyes, he would probably have been nothing more than a clown who could be taken down with a single move!

His fury ignited.

The sky darkened. Thunderclouds swirling with lightning serpents blotted out the sun.

Voldemort's towering phantom raised its wand,

and fired a dazzling Avada Kedavra into the storm, accompanied by the sound of some enormous invisible creature flying through the air.

It merged with the dark clouds.

The lightning serpents changed color.

They descended with the power to kill at a touch.

The light feathers, possessing sacred power that shattered all darkness, died!

The Blue Fiendfyre, optimized by the first Dark Lord and without a counter-curse, able to be extinguished only by its caster, died!

Green lightning serpents that brought death to all things beneath heaven and every living being in the mortal world

slaughtered everything in their path,

and surged toward the three figures standing opposite them,

tiny when compared to this overwhelming heavenly might.

Light feathers were continuously created, canceling