As the overwhelming Inferi surged toward Hermione and Draco, a hint of relief appeared on Peter's face.
Great, no one's watching him anymore.
Draco didn't even flinch at the sight of the terrifying army of Inferi. He checked on Hermione and found she was alright, so he took out his First Wand from his robes.
"Just some trash to clean up," Draco said casually, raising both wands high in front of his chest, then swinging them sharply to the sides. "Flame Storm - Purify!"
"Boom!"
A storm of golden-red flames, imbued with a divine purifying aura, swept towards the Inferi like a tsunami, centered on Draco!
Wherever the flames passed, the Inferi let out shrill screams.
Their filthy bodies charred, carbonized, and turned to ashes as if they had encountered their nemesis!
In just a few seconds, the despairing sea of Inferi was completely incinerated by this purifying flame.
Only the lingering acrid smell in the air and the gradually dissipating sacred heat can prove that they once existed.
Just as Hermione used the Diffindo to sever the arm of the last attacking Inferi and defeat it, she was drawn by the sudden burst of intense light and heat behind her and abruptly turned her head to look.
The scene before her froze her in place, her hand holding the wand paused, her pupils dilated, and she was utterly shocked.
To everyone's surprise, Draco easily wiped out the army of Inferi summoned by Voldemort.
Draco looked at her, and Hermione stared at him blankly, her heart racing for no apparent reason. The tension that had been building up due to the Inferi and the battle instantly relaxed at this moment.
A strong sense of security welled up inside me.
Their eyes met in the air, and without a word, they understood each other's feelings. The tension from the fierce battle just now quietly eased in this moment of eye contact.
The other two were relaxed in different ways.
Peter had just caught his breath, was about to panic!
Seeing that Inferi had quickly eliminated the Draco,
His fear reached its peak in an instant!
Should I run?
The moment these thoughts crossed his mind, the cold silver hand on his wrist suddenly burst forth with a blinding silver light!
Without any warning, the shackles of enslavement forged by Voldemort's Dark Magic instantly triggered the backlash command.
If a servant has any second thoughts, he will automatically take his life.
The silver hand tightened like an iron clamp, gripping Peter's neck tightly, the force tightening wildly!
Peter's eyes widened instantly, his face turning from deathly pale to bluish-purple, and a choking "hoarse" sound came from his throat.
He tried desperately to pry the silver hand off with both hands.
The silver hand remained motionless, instead tightening its grip even further, and the subtle, crisp sound of bones rubbing together could be clearly heard.
Peter kicked wildly at the ground, his body convulsed violently, and his vision blurred as the shadow of death instantly enveloped him.
At this moment, he understood even more clearly that this silver hand was never a blessing, but a butcher's knife that was always hanging over his head.
Seeing this, Hermione's heart tightened, and her grip on her wand tightened involuntarily.
Seeing Peter's painful struggle, she felt a chill run down her spine. She felt that this was the consequence he deserved for his loyalty to Voldemort, and she was also horrified by such cruel methods.
"When you pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord, you should have realized that you're nothing more than a pawn that can be discarded at any time. You don't even have that much awareness, yet you dare to harbor thoughts of betrayal," Draco added, delivering another blow.
Upon hearing this, Voldemort slowly raised his wand a split second before Peter Pettigrew was about to breathe his last, and with a gentle tap, a faint beam of Dark Magic shot towards the silver hand.
The silver hand suddenly released its grip, returning to its original cold appearance, and hung down beside Peter.
Peter collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck, gasping for air and coughing violently.
Tears and snot mixed with cold sweat streamed down my face, leaving me completely exhausted, with only endless fear and lingering dread remaining.
Seeing this, Hermione frowned. She disapproved of Voldemort's cruelty, nor did she sympathize with Peter's cowardice.
Draco scoffed, turning his gun to mock Voldemort: "What, Old Voldy, is controlling this piece of trash the only way you can find a sense of purpose now? You can't even bring yourself to kill him. Looks like you really have no one else to use."
Voldemort glanced coldly at Draco, then looked at Peter on the ground. "Useless trash. I kept you around to make a difference, not to let you think about running away at a time like this."
"This time, I'll spare your life."
"If there's a next time, this silver hand will tear you to pieces in an instant, and even Jesus couldn't save you."
Peter lay prostrate on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
He never dared to entertain even the slightest thought of defection again.
Voldemort turned his attention back to the battlefield.
Watching his summoned army of Inferi vanish instantly, watching that third-year student wizard effortlessly dismantle them one by one in a way he couldn't even comprehend...
An unwillingly acknowledged... fear crept in!
"Any other tricks up your sleeve, Old Voldy?" Draco maintained his infuriatingly calm demeanor. "If that's all... then I'll have to start my counterattack."
Seeing that conventional attacks were ineffective, Voldemort's sinister tactics changed, and a cunning and ruthless glint flashed in his Voldemort snake eyes.
He abruptly turned his wand and aimed it at Hermione, who was still fighting Peter on the flank and hadn't managed to escape in time!
Hermione Granger, Accio!
A powerful Summoning Charm field instantly locked onto Hermione!
An irresistible magical force, like countless invisible tentacles, instantly wrapped around Hermione's waist and limbs, violently pulling her backward and flying straight towards Voldemort!
He wanted to capture this Mudblood.
This girl, who is clearly Draco's weakness, is used as a hostage to disturb his mind and even force him to submit!
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Hermione could only let out a scream.
Then she felt her body completely out of control, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Hermione frantically waved her wand, trying to cast the Shield Charm, but the magic binding her was far stronger than she had imagined.
It even completely suppressed her magical abilities, preventing her from even forming a spell. " Draco--!" Hermione could only exclaim, a genuine look of panic flashing in her eyes for the first time.
" Hermione!" Draco's pupils contracted. He pointed his wand at Hermione as well, and shouted, " Accio!"
It's the same Summoning Charm!
However, the spell Draco cast was imbued with Ancient Magic and an ancient wand, and its purpose was merely to counteract and neutralize Voldemort's spell, not simply to pull or tug at the opponent's magic.
Two powerful summoning spells, one after the other, acted on her like a tug-of-war. In that instant, Hermione felt as if she were being torn in two by two violent forces!
In front was Draco's warm pull, behind was Voldemort's evil, predatory drag.
Two forces clashed and struggled fiercely within her, causing her to levitate in mid-air, her body stretched taut.
"You idiot! What are you standing there for?!" Voldemort roared at Peter Pettigrew was still in a daze.