The Death Eaters paced around the cage of golden threads, all craning their heads to watch the two people dueling in strange poses inside it.
They did not know what their master and Harry were doing, but they could more or less guess that it was something very new to them.
Go closer? The Death Eaters did not dare. The sight of their colleague getting hurt by the backlash when he tried to help was still fresh in their minds.
Ignoring the Death Eaters milling around like headless flies, Su Er quietly looked up at Harry and Voldemort's duel, waiting for the bead of light to reach Voldemort's wand and connect with it completely.
The bead of light was only a few inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. It did not stop, but kept moving, very, very slowly. Still, every journey had an end.
An agonized scream rang out inside the golden cage, echoing endlessly over the graveyard. Then Su Er saw Voldemort's eyes widen further in astonishment.
The bead of light vanished, sinking into the tip of Voldemort's wand.
Voldemort's wand stopped trembling. A huge mass of thick gray mist emerged from it, then rapidly split into several smaller clouds of gray mist.
Vaguely, a different face could be seen in each little cloud.
An old man leaned on a walking stick. He looked very surprised, glanced at Harry, and moved his lips rapidly a few times before lunging at Voldemort.
There was also a slightly plump witch in wizard robes, with shoulder-length hair and an expression that was three parts blank bewilderment and seven parts incomprehension. She turned her head from side to side, then lunged at Voldemort too.
There were several more figures behind them, but Su Er could not make them out clearly. He could