Tris could not understand why so many top-tier wizards had been knocked out while Harry was fine. He could only chalk it up to the plot armor of this world's chosen protagonist.
This was a good thing!
The protagonist was on their side. Even if Voldemort had the main villain's plot armor, it would do him no good.
Besides, although more than half their people had gone down at once, everyone still standing was an elite fighter. Seven against one, with a destined protagonist and a transmigrator on their side-wasn't fate on their side? They had the advantage...
No, no, that was bad luck!
The Runespoor Voldemort had transformed into scanned its surroundings with six eyes set in three enormous heads. There was no reading an expression on those serpentine faces, but the slight pause in his movements suggested that he, too, was surprised so many people were still standing.
"That was probably a soul attack. Be careful, everyone," Hicks warned, drifting back a dozen steps as lightly as a falling leaf and gently rubbing her temple.
"I felt it. It was like someone smashed my head with a sledgehammer," Mr. Delacour said, rubbing his forehead as well.
Dumbledore, Flitwick, and the German Auror looked equally shaken. The only ones who seemed completely unaffected were the two youngsters, Tris and Harry.
"What happened? Why did everyone collapse?" Harry asked in a panic.
Gryffindors were hardly short on courage, but faced with such an outrageous scene, even he could not help being horrified.
"Heh heh heh!" A strange cackle came from the Runespoor's middle head. This time, even Dumbledore, who had remained relatively composed until now, gave a start.
A human transforming into an animal was nothing unusual.
A human still being able to speak after transforming into an animal, however,