But Zheng Qing immediately realized that the trembling of the Chamber had nothing to do with him.
Because after he stopped, the shaking within the Chamber not only did not cease but grew even more intense. The grinding of stone against stone easily drowned out the sound of the torrential rain—soon, he discovered the source of the noise.
A massive hand descended from the sky and seized Voldemort, who was thrashing and howling violently.
The hand was entirely bluish-gray. Each finger alone appeared to be over a meter long. Following the similarly bluish arm upward, Zheng Qing saw its owner.
It was the statue of Slytherin in the Chamber!
At some point, it had come alive. Dragging its long Wizard Robe and sparse beard, it left the spot where it had stood for over a thousand years. As its gray Big Foot shifted, the entire Chamber and castle trembled.
"—Only true blood may command calamity!"
A low roar emerged from the Slytherin statue's throat, like thunder. Its outstretched bluish-gray hand gripped Voldemort's snake tail and slowly dragged him back into the depths of the Chamber.
Looking at its skin, nearly identical in color to that of a living person, Zheng Qing's expression grew grave.
He had been in the world of Harry Potter for some time. Combined with the intelligence he had exchanged with the other Descenders, he had already gained a relatively clear understanding of this world's strength.
In this world, Archwizards were the true pinnacle of combat power. Whether it was Dumbledore, hailed as the greatest White Magic wizard, or Voldemort, called the most evil Dark Wizard, their actual Magic Power was only at the level of an Archwizard.
They simply lacked the techniques to forge a true form, and this world also lacked the materials needed to