Countless Killing Curses struck Voldemort one after another. The moment the spells made contact with him, they produced a deafening roar. Every strike felt as if it were tearing through the air, causing even the surrounding walls to tremble faintly.
The Chamber of Secrets was suffused with the scorching smell of spell detonations, as though time itself had frozen.
Yet Devereux's expression grew increasingly grim.
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