Magical power surged in the center of the arena.
Voldemort's newly reborn body held immense power. He brandished his wand, green light interweaving with flames as he poured out curses that could kill an ordinary wizard instantly.
He hurled Avada Kedavra Curses as though they cost him nothing, while Fiendfyre transformed into a monstrous python and roared toward Hermione.
Yet Hermione's figure flickered amid the deadly attacks, sometimes dissolving into a sinister black-and-red wind, sometimes solidifying again, always evading his attacks by a hair's breadth.
Her spells were equally fierce, striking back with frost and flame, precise and efficient.
For a time, neither could gain the upper hand, and the battle raged fiercely.
The surrounding trees trembled and withered under the stray magical power, while scorched and frozen scars marred the ground.
Dumbledore cast a spell, separating the two combatants from the onlookers.
Even behind the protective magic, everyone could feel the devastating power within the arena. Their hearts lodged in their throats, and they scarcely dared to breathe.
The longer Voldemort fought, the more alarmed he became-and the more unhinged.
He had assumed that, with his power restored to its peak, dealing with a teenage girl would be child's play, no matter how celebrated she was.
Reality had delivered a stinging slap to his face.
Her magical skill and combat instincts far exceeded his expectations. That strange evasive ability, resembling Element Transformation, had even caused many attacks he had considered certain hits to miss.
Voldemort roared, his assault growing even more frenzied, but he kept cycling through the same handful of moves, his hysteria betraying that he had run out of tricks.
Hermione frowned slightly.
His repertoire might be limited, but his raw strength was genuinely that of a level-six wizard. His magical power was immense, and his life-saving