In the Hall of Death, purple light and black radiance surged.
Before the Veil of Death, half of Tom's foot had already stepped into the archway.
"Mother, mother..."
His eyes were glazed at the moment, and he murmured softly to himself. The light of the heavily damaged magic array made his gloomy face flicker unpredictably.
At the edge of the pit, McGonagall, Miss Granger, and the others wore tense expressions, all involuntarily praying with clasped hands.
They all knew that if Tom was seduced by Death, or stepped one foot into the archway and entered the Realm of the Dead, the outcome would be unpredictable.
It might cause a world that was just calming down to boil over once again, and it might even herald the arrival of a true doomsday.
"Miss Granger, have you still not notified Shawn?"
McGonagall asked Hermione anxiously once again, the wrinkles on her face deepening.
Hermione held the Communication Cards in her hands, continuously inputting messages, equally frantic to the extreme.
"The magical energy fluctuations at the Chief's location are too violent; he should still be engaged in a fierce battle. I don't know if he actually received my message yet."
The short Flitwick hopped up and down with anxiety.
"What should we do? If the Dark Lord is seduced by Death, we will all die, and the world will..."
Among these people, Snape appeared quite calm.
Moreover, his gaze toward Tom in front of the archway carried a strange quality, and it was unclear what that old bat was thinking in his heart.
"Mother, I've come to find you."
Just as several of them were running around in circles with anxiety, a whisper from Tom in front of the archway frightened Hermione and the others almost to the point of fainting on the