Faced with the complicated situation before him, Draco did not act rashly. Instead, he calmed Norberta beneath him.
It was worth noting that Voldemort also seemed intent on leaving Draco for last, as if he truly valued Draco's talent and could not wait to draw him into his own camp.
He could even ignore Lucius Malfoy, who had once betrayed him.
Of course, it was also very possible that Harry Potter himself simply had an innate talent for provoking Voldemort.
"What childish, ridiculous nonsense. With your strength, you can't even withstand a single Killing Curse from me."
Voldemort sneered as he turned the wand in his hand.
The sudden surge of magic seemed to suggest that he intended to finish Harry Potter off with the next spell.
Voldemort laughed madly. "Whether it was Dumbledore or anyone else, they were nothing more than tiny stumbling blocks along the way, obstacles I could remove at any moment. None of them mattered!"
"Because I destroyed them, just as I destroyed your mother and your beloved Dumbledore!"
"Oh, I almost forgot. My once most trusted subordinate, Severus Snape."
Glancing at the Elder Wand in his hand, Voldemort seemed to remember something and immediately aimed it at the somewhat battered Snape.
Clearly, because Snape had saved Harry Potter, Voldemort had been reminded that the Elder Wand's ownership had still not been settled.
Only by defeating the master of the Elder Wand could one become its new master.
Seeing this, Draco, who had originally still planned to watch from the side, could no longer remain a spectator.
After all, Snape was his godfather.
More importantly, Draco had not forgotten that the true master of the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand was none other than himself.
...
Just as Voldemort was about to deal with Snape and Harry Potter together, Norberta's dragon roar rang beside his ears.
Roar!
And then came the explosive crack of something detonating on the spot.
Crack!
It was a sweeping tide of Fiendfyre and Dragon's Breath, along with the Apparition that had been used not long ago to defeat Barty Crouch Jr.
"What is this?!"
The sudden burst of scorching heat made Snape and the others below raise their arms, trying to shield themselves from the terrifying temperature.
At the same time, from the way their eyes widened, they clearly understood exactly how Barty Crouch Jr. had lost to Draco.
In truth, even with their rich combat experience, it would have been difficult for them to dodge such an attack immediately.
At the very least, the first time they encountered it, they would have had a hard time guarding against an attack like this.
Looking up at the sky dyed red, Snape and the others, Harry Potter included, instinctively showed a look of hope.
It was unlikely, but what if it had succeeded?
Then that furious voice rang out.
"It seems I was wrong."
"I underestimated you, Draco Malfoy."
Cold.
Clinging.
That viper-like hiss could only belong to the Dark Lord.
And it made one thing clear.
Voldemort had not been dealt with by Draco's surprise attack.
In other words, Draco was about to face Voldemort's terrifying counterattack.