Ryan About to Make His Move

The perspective returned to Dumbledore and the others.

At the very instant the green beam was about to descend upon them,

the three joined hands and formed a circle.

The silver-white flames still burning around them suddenly roared higher.

The magical power accumulated within their bodies from War Magic was drawn out.

An unprecedentedly powerful, concentrated magical entity was born!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

The instant Voldemort saw that the three of them were completely unharmed, he controlled his body and erased all traces of himself from the outside world.

Then, using the concealment technique he had just absorbed from Rabastan, he slipped into the cracks of reality.

For the first time in a long while, he felt fear.

Just as he had when he first learned he was a wizard, when Dumbledore had set fire to his collection with a little wooden stick.

Overwhelming unease, coupled with his mistaken belief that Horcruxes still existed in the world—he did not know that the only Horcrux was Harry—

Within the empty black space, Voldemort summoned his remaining two servants.

"As long as... as long as I kill Riddle, as long as I kill him!

Then I won't fear anything!" This body began to melt.

Under his control, Travers, who had just displayed such power, left the world without even having time to cry out.

On the other side of Azkaban Island,

following Voldemort's orders,

the elder Mulciber had vaporized his body,

making himself nearly impossible to detect.

The instant he received the summons, his body re-formed and fell to the ground.

Then he turned into drifting smoke.

His son,

Little Mulciber, who had relied on the Disillusionment Charm,

along with Apparition and an Underwater Breathing Charm, to hide directly inside a sea cave between the water and the shore,