At the edge of the deep pit, Draco stood beside Hermione, their bodies enveloped in a stable, pale gold shield.
Both of them were unharmed and were completely free of dust.
Hermione, still shaken, clung to Draco's arm.
On the other side of the deep pit...
Voldemort knelt on the ground, his magnificent black velvet robes burned to shreds, the edges still smoldering, revealing the equally charred and damaged lining underneath.
His face and hands, once pale, were now covered with burns and soot, and his bald head was also burned black.
He looked extremely disheveled.
He was breathing heavily, his venomous eyes fixed on Draco, filled not only with resentment but also with fear.
The Yew Wand in his hand dimmed as a result, clearly having been severely damaged in the explosion.
Peter Pettigrew even worse off.
His body was charred black, and he was on the verge of death. He lay not far from Voldemort's feet, his silver hand twisted Transfiguration, emitting black smoke. His makeshift wand had long since been blown away and was nowhere to be seen.
Looking at the two disheveled figures opposite him, Draco slowly exhaled a breath of smoke-laden air, his eyes still cold.
"Looks like your Fiendfyre... isn't all that great after all!"
The battle seems to have already been decided.
Voldemort knelt on the scorched earth, panting heavily. He was speechless. All his harsh words, arrogance, and confidence seemed so pale and laughable in the face of the absolute difference in power.
This kid... what kind of power does he possess? Why is he able to restrain himself in every situation?
escape!
This thought, which had once been incredibly humiliating to Voldemort, now occupied his mind with crystal clarity.
Having just been reborn, I absolutely cannot die here!
As long as I escape, regain my strength, and figure out this kid's background, I'll be able to tear him to pieces one day!
Once the thought formed in his mind, Voldemort hesitated no longer.
He grabbed Peter Pettigrew was barely clinging to life, at his feet, and with his other hand he gripped the dull Yew Wand tightly, gathering the last of his magic power to activate Apparition!
Space began to distort slightly.
The familiar pulling sensation is about to begin...
However, the distorted space suddenly jolted as if it had hit an invisible wall, and then returned to calm!
Apparition... failed?!
Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints!
He tried again incredulously, his magic surging, but the surrounding space seemed to be encased in invisible steel, so stable that he couldn't make a spatial jump at all!
"What happened?!"
Just then, Draco, with Hermione by his side, slowly descended from the edge of the pit, stepping over the scorched earth, and approached unhurriedly.
"It's strange, isn't it?" Draco stopped ten paces away from Voldemort. "I feel like I still have enough magic to use Apparition, so why can't I move?"
Voldemort gripped his wand tightly, offering no reply, but staring intently at him as if he wanted to devour him alive.
"Do you know why, despite my immense strength, I spent so much time 'talking nonsense' with you at the beginning?"
Seeing the surprise and uncertainty in Voldemort's eyes, Draco revealed the answer, "Because I was setting up a trap, Old Voldy!"
"From the moment we stepped into this place, Anti-Apparition Jinx were silently deployed in every corner of this land."
"Now, the curtain on this stage has completely fallen. Apparition is forbidden here!"
These words extinguished Voldemort's last hope of escape.
Listening to his explanation, Hermione blinked. She had stayed right next to Draco, never leaving his side, and hadn't even noticed when Draco had set up the trap, let alone Voldemort.
Upon hearing about the Anti-Apparition Jinx Array, Voldemort's face turned extremely grim. He never expected that his last escape route would be so thoroughly outmaneuvered by this kid!
A sense of humiliation at being manipulated welled up within him; usually, he was the one playing others, but today the roles were reversed.
But true to his Voldemort, he unleashed his final ferocity in the face of adversity. He knew that begging for mercy was useless; this Malfoy boy would never let him go.
With Peter as a burden, there's even less chance of success.
In a flash, he made a decision.
"Hmph!" Voldemort coldly ceased his attempts to communicate.
Suddenly, he flung the nearly lifeless Peter Pettigrew in his hand like trash toward Draco and Hermione.
At the same time, his mangled body suddenly exploded, turning into a thick, swirling cloud of black smoke that sped towards the night sky!
An attempt to forcibly break through the blockade using this form of Dark Magic!
"Trying to run away? Did you ask me first?"
Draco's eyes turned cold, and his wand was already raised.
" Fire Domain Barrier!"
The barrier expanded instantly.
A semi-circular flame barrier, shaped like an inverted bowl, enveloped the Riddle House cemetery and a large surrounding area!
The black mist slammed violently into the barrier!
"Sizzle!"
Like cold water poured into hot oil, the moment the black mist came into contact with the barrier of flames, it emitted a violent corrosive sound, and the edges of the black mist quickly melted away, billowing out foul-smelling black smoke!
Voldemort let out a painful groan.
The black mist churned violently, no longer daring to force its way through. It could only try to find a weak point or gap in the barrier, but the barrier set up by Draco was seamless and without any flaws.
With no way to go up to heaven and no way to go down to earth... there's Draco...
Moreover, the area below was also shrouded in the power of the barrier.
A truly desperate situation!
The black mist swirled wildly in the air, and finally, as if it had made up its mind, it changed direction and, with a frenzied momentum of mutual destruction, pounced down on Draco and Hermione on the ground!
Since we can't escape, we'll take you all down with us! At the very least, we'll kill that Mudblood and make him suffer terribly!
The blurred and distorted outline of Voldemort's face appeared and disappeared in the depths of the churning black mist.
" Hermione, now!" Draco said to Hermione, Hermione nodded and raised her wand in perfect unison with him.
He pointed to the various sizes of rubble, charred bone fragments, twisted metal, and other debris on the ground.
" Oppugno!" the two exclaimed in unison.
Under the powerful and precise control of their magic, countless projectiles on the ground were lifted up as if by an invisible giant hand, suspended in mid-air, and then shot towards the descending black mist with a whooshing sound and a speed exceeding that of arrows!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Stone fragments rained down, bone shards gleamed like knives, and metal fragments gleamed coldly!
The black mist is not entirely ethereal, so it can be attacked.
The black mist, like a tattered cloth pierced by countless fine needles, violently dissipated in the air, emitting a sharp, mournful shriek.
Its downward momentum was completely interrupted.
Maintaining its shape became extremely difficult, and finally, like a shot-down black bird, it fell from mid-air with a mournful cry.
With a thud, it crashed onto the scorched ground. The black mist quickly contracted and condensed, transforming back into Voldemort's battered humanoid body, only more withered than before.
The Yew Wand slipped from his hand and rolled to the side.
Draco slowly walked up to Voldemort, looking down at the Dark Lord who had once struck fear into the entire Wizarding World but now lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.
Hermione was right beside him, was still pointing her wand warily at Voldemort. Draco lifted his foot and gently stepped on the fallen Yew Wand. Then, he raised his own wand and aimed it at Voldemort's face, which was filled with resentment.
Tom Riddle,
Draco spoke as if delivering a verdict, "Now it's time for you to taste what it's like to be struck by the Killing Curse."
" Avada Kedavra." A green light burst forth from the tip of Draco's staff, piercing Voldemort's chest with pinpoint accuracy.
Voldemort's crimson snake eyes lost all their luster, his mangled body convulsed violently, then stiffened, and his skin began to decay at a visible speed.
Then his body began to shatter and disintegrate inch by inch.
It eventually turned into a small pile of ashes.
Amidst the ashes, a faint, resentful fragment of dark red soul, like the last will-o'-the-wisp, struggled to emerge, attempting to drift away into the distance.