"Holy shit!" Tris jumped in alarm.
He wasn't afraid of the Fiendfyre. There were still plenty of people lying around Voldemort's Magical Serpent body. The Death Eaters didn't matter, but he couldn't abandon Professor McGonagall, his dad Arthur, and the others.
This German really threw caution to the wind when he lost his mind.
Cursing inwardly, Tris hurriedly manipulated the Shadow Mirror World. He didn't have time to distinguish friend from foe. Anyone around Voldemort who wasn't moving, whether an ally or a Death Eater, was instantly pulled inside.
But that wasn't enough.
Fiendfyre was one of the few spells capable of directly collapsing the Shadow Mirror World. It could destroy it even from outside.
Tris manipulated the space, gathered everyone together, and moved them behind him before releasing them all at once.
By then, the German Auror's Fiendfyre had landed on Voldemort. To Tris, the man seemed to have gone a little mad. Yet the expected sight of flames roasting snake flesh never materialized.
Pitch-black Fiendfyre burned across the Magical Serpent's body, but his rough, gray-black scales seemed to possess some peculiar magic. The Fiendfyre couldn't burn through them.
That was impossible, wasn't it?
Having just saved his dad and the others, Tris was stunned. The Magical Serpent was huge and had already demonstrated considerable resistance to magic, but he wasn't immune to it.
Professor Flitwick's and Mr. Delacour's spells had both worked on him earlier. Mr. Delacour's whirlwind of blades, in particular, had nearly severed his body.
Why was the more powerful Fiendfyre having no effect?
Bathed in black flames, Voldemort's Magical Serpent form looked even more hideous. A mocking smile appeared on the human face on his serpentine neck. "Is that all you've got? I'm afraid it isn't enough."
As he spoke, he looked at the equally