So This Is What Voldemort Is Really Like!

"Harry, listen. From here on, I'll deal with Voldemort in your place. I need you to tell me how you feel at all times—every sensation! Don't overlook even the slightest detail! Only then can I adjust the force of my attacks in time according to the situation. Understand?"

Standing in front of Harry, Bell spoke without looking back.

"Thank you, Bell. But I can still fight too. Let's fight side by side and defeat Voldemort together!"

Harry looked gratefully at Bell's back. If the other boy had been a little gentler when snatching the sword earlier, he would have been even more grateful.

"No, Harry. Carefully sense what your body is feeling, then tell me every detail without missing a thing. This is very important to me. That's all."

As he spoke, Bell casually cast a Full Body Binding Spell on Harry, preventing this hot-blooded fellow from causing any trouble.

"Enough! You ignorant fools! I have had enough of your arrogance! Now, face the wrath of the Dark Lord!"

At last, Voldemort absorbed Harry's power and dispelled the ice covering his right hand. Once both hands were free again, his spellcasting ability increased dramatically.

"Well, Voldemort, I should remind you of something. The only reason you can cast spells like this right now is because the magic array beneath your feet allows your soul to move freely. If you leave the range of this array, you'll immediately turn back into a wandering ghost. By then, you probably won't even be able to speak properly."

Having dealt with Voldemort many times, Bell knew his habits all too well.

Perhaps it was because Dumbledore had chased him around ever since childhood? In any case, Voldemort's integrity was astonishingly low; he would run at the slightest disagreement. From Voldemort's earlier "domineering" speech, Bell