'Your Cheat Has Been Installed'

"Hey, hey! Be gentle! That's my sword!"

Although he knew Frostmourne would not be damaged, seeing his precious treasure treated so roughly still made Bell want to rush in and slaughter those two bastards.

"Brat, you're far too noisy!"

Voldemort had tolerated Bell for a long time. Not only had the other party ignored him again and again, but now he even dared to criticize his actions. He was simply courting death!

Suppressing the chill within his body, Voldemort pointed at Bell with his left hand. The Black Mist immediately transformed into an arrow and shot toward Bell at high speed.

"Harry, what exactly are you doing?"

Once again, Bell ignored that ugly bastard Voldemort. It could not be helped—the guy was too ugly. Bell was afraid he would catch it if he spoke to him.

Blackish-purple mist brimming with the aura of Curses emerged from the back of Bell's hand. With a casual wave, as though shooing away a fly, he knocked Voldemort's arrow aside.

Next, Bell took out the Wand he had not used in a long time and swept it upward before him.

All Spells End!

A golden-red streak swept across the air one centimeter above the ground. It neither affected the magic circle on the ground nor failed to purify most of Voldemort's Black Mist, successfully freeing Harry from its restraints.

Watching Harry scramble to his feet in a sorry state, Bell said in frustration:

"Where's your Wand? Cast something! What exactly did you learn in Combat Practice Class?

Come to think of it, he did take Combat Practice Class, right?"

Bell turned to Yomi, giving her an inquiring look.

"But didn't you tell me to go chop Voldemort?"

Harry said aggrievedly.

He had clearly been following Bell's instructions, yet when something went wrong, Bell dumped