A fireball fell from the sky.
A dragon's silhouette emerged from the clouds.
This sudden scene, and the unexpected visitor who had entered the battlefield, directly interrupted the standoff between Voldemort and Harry Potter.
Aside from Voldemort and the others, Snape and Lucius at the edge of the battlefield naturally noticed this sudden change as well.
And at the very first moment, everyone's eyes fell on the flames that would not go out.
It was the Charm known as Devil's Fire.
Fiendfyre!
"An ominous... flame."
A strange hiss sounded in Voldemort's throat. As his scarlet eyes looked up toward the sky, they sent a chill down one's spine.
Clearly, Voldemort had recognized where those flames came from, and what sort of identity belonged to the unfortunate victim they had swallowed.
Crackle, crackle.
The rapidly falling fireball, carrying the nauseating smell of charred flesh through the air, smashed into the open space between Voldemort and Harry Potter.
Boom!
The ground shook like an earthquake.
Harry Potter, who was not far away, instinctively took a step back and spoke hesitantly. "What happened? Could it be..."
Although he could not clearly see what was inside the flames before him, he could vaguely make out that it seemed to be a human-shaped object. Not to mention, this was clearly not a dining hall, yet there was an eerie smell of cooked meat in the air.
And once he realized that, the discovery and the gruesome sight made Harry Potter's scalp prickle, while his stomach churned violently, as if someone had punched him hard in the gut several times.
In fact, if not for the enemy still standing across from him, Harry Potter might already have bent over and vomited.
But because of that, Harry Potter also missed the movement coming from the sky overhead.
Simply put, it was the mastermind behind all of this, the one who had used the Fiendfyre Curse to kill the wizard whose face could no longer be recognized.
The Dragontongue.
Draco Malfoy!
...
Moonlight scattered down.
It revealed an enormous, pitch-black dragon silhouette.
And atop that dragon silhouette was Draco Malfoy, with his head of golden hair.
He put away his wand.
After exhaling lightly and slowly calming the magic around him, Draco finally lowered his golden eyes toward the ground.
Because he had already felt that gaze filled with killing intent.
Roar.
As a magical creature standing at the top of the pyramid, Norberta naturally had an extremely sharp sense for danger and noticed the situation below at once.
More precisely, she had noticed Voldemort.
Realizing this, Draco gently patted Norberta. "It's time to face that man. Let's go, Norberta."
"Roar!"
Wings spread.
They descended.
Whether by tacit understanding or not, during this time, Draco did not take the initiative to attack, and Voldemort, standing where he was, showed no intention of making a move either.
It was as if they had agreed upon it.
It was worth mentioning that Harry Potter, who had just been one of the main figures, now seemed to have been forgotten by Voldemort at the side. Voldemort did not even glance his way.
Clearly, compared to Harry Potter, Voldemort cared far more about Draco.
That was to say, the one who had defeated his most loyal subordinate and killed Barty Crouch Jr.
Draco Malfoy!