Voldemort stared at the smoking, shattered remnants of the wand in his hand, and the terror on his face was instantly replaced by madness.
He let out an inhuman roar that seemed to come from the deepest depths of hell, filled with lingering resentment and absolute determination. Even though his wand was destroyed, how could he simply surrender and allow himself to be captured?
As a supreme master of Dark Magic, he resolved to make one final, desperate resistance using wandless magic.
Chapter 48