At first, although Voldemort had intended to kill, his contempt for his opponent meant he had exuded little killing intent. Now, however, it had grown so intense that people could almost feel it clearly.
The faint, mocking smile he had worn suddenly vanished, and at that very moment, everyone, whether Death Eaters, members of the Order of the Phoenix, or Ministry of Magic employees, felt as though the temperature in the room had suddenly dropped six or seven degrees.
They actually felt a little cold?
It was incredible. It was summer, after all, even if it was only early summer.
It felt as though a Dementor was approaching. The sensation was not as direct, but it was still enough to make people uncomfortable.
The next instant, Voldemort moved. This time, he said nothing and attacked outright.
Before everyone's eyes, Voldemort reached out, and then his body seemed to stretch.
But it had not actually stretched. Voldemort had crossed the intervening distance in an instant and appeared before Harry, leaving a string of afterimages behind him.
Voldemort swept his wand, and a black blade slashed diagonally outward. It was magic similar to the Sword Beam Charm, but black. The instant the blade appeared, the room, already chilled by his killing intent, grew colder still.
Clang!
With a sharp crack, a flash of golden light flickered over Harry, and his body was flung far away.
"Oh?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly. Watching Harry fly six or seven meters and land on the floor, looking bedraggled but thereby escaping that incredibly swift strike, he showed surprise once again.
Harry felt a slight numbness in his chest and sensed that something had shattered.
Harry knew what it was!
On Valentine's Day, Sirius had helped him prepare a gift for Qiu: a necklace with built-in