The black wave blade struck the ground. Already scorched black by the explosion, the earth split open in a massive gash, then began to rot and crumble away over a wide area. Within a breath, it had been eaten into a crater two meters in radius.
Yet Voldemort, who had unleashed the attack, showed no satisfaction. Instead, he frowned slightly.
At the same time, a figure appeared soundlessly a few steps away from Harry and the other two. It was Tris, whom everyone had thought had already been transported out.
Tris stared at Voldemort across from him, utterly baffled. He looked nothing like he did in the movies-he actually had a nose and was rather handsome.
What was going on?
Fine, Voldemort had secretly resurrected himself, but had he also gone to Korea for plastic surgery? He had hair now, and a nose, but where was his signature look?
The instant he touched the cup, Tris had noticed something wrong with its magical fluctuations. With no time to worry about the tournament rules, he had summoned the Deluminator from his Portable Space straight into his hand, opened the shadow mirror world, and slipped inside.
An ordinary shadow realm could not shield him from wide-area damage, but the shadow mirror world was different. Once someone slipped inside, nothing short of special magic could harm them.
Although the powerful explosive spell attached to the cup had been devastating, it was not the kind of magic that could pierce the barrier between worlds.
Even before Voldemort appeared, Tris had guessed he must be behind it. Only, having already resurrected himself, he no longer needed to steal Harry away. He intended to come here himself.
So Tris had hidden in the shadows, preparing an ambush.
He had figured that since Voldemort had never seen