The ground beneath his cheek was cold and hard. The corner of his glasses, knocked crooked when he hit the ground, dug painfully into his temple.
Every part of him hurt.
But the most unbearable pain came from the lightning-shaped scar, the mark that proved he was the Chosen One, and the source of Harry Potter's most complicated feelings.
It represented Voldemort's past defeat.
It was also the deep love of a great mother who had given her life for her child.
And now, Harry Potter vaguely sensed that this lightning-shaped scar seemed to have another special function.
That was...
Harry reached out and grabbed Hagrid, who was trying to take him away, then spoke in a hoarse voice that startled even himself. "Voldemort... he's here!!"
"Ha... Harry?!"
Despite having a massive body no ordinary person could compare to, Hagrid nearly lost his grip and sent Harry Potter flying.
Clearly, Hagrid had been frightened by Harry Potter's words.
His throat bobbed, and only then did Hagrid force out an ugly smile. "Don't talk nonsense. We don't have that kind of time. I have to get you out of here before things get any worse."
"...No, Hagrid. You don't know anything. Only I, only I can stop Voldemort! Not some ridiculous Prince of Slytherin!"
"Harry..."
Just as Hagrid frowned, unable to understand why Harry Potter was so agitated, a fear darker than darkness itself swept across the entire battlefield without warning.
It was so cold it felt as if the blood in their bodies would freeze.
Instinctive terror made everyone's thoughts stop for several seconds.
In that instant, the battlefield that had been raging just moments earlier seemed as if someone had pressed a pause button, creating an unbearably discordant scene.
It was an unbelievable sight, yet everyone understood what had happened.
That person...
Had arrived!!!
...
Most people were ordinary, like grains of sand that would vanish the moment they were thrown into a crowd.
But there were a small handful of people who possessed such a powerful presence that they were impossible to ignore just by standing there.
As if they were protagonists favored by the world.
And the figure Draco was looking at now was precisely that kind of existence.
Facing him as if facing a great enemy, Draco took out his wand and stared warily at the churning black mist ahead.
"So you've come..."
This black smoke was not something produced by nature. It was the signature magic of a certain Dark Lord, and also his unique means of movement.
Faintly, Draco seemed to see a face at the front of the black smoke, pale as a corpse.
After the black smoke appeared, Barty Crouch Jr., who had just been tangled in battle with the enemy, along with the other named high-ranking Death Eaters, immediately retreated behind the battle line.
Before Lucius and the others could react, they saw Barty Crouch Jr. and the rest place one hand over their chests, then lower their heads and bow.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
The chilling scene made Professor McGonagall and the others, who had still been clinging to a trace of hope, turn slightly pale.
As former Death Eaters, Lucius and his group fared even worse. Their terrified expressions made it seem as if they had seen something truly horrifying.
Just then, a sticky, cold voice drifted through the air.
"I have a problem, Severus."
As the black smoke churned, it formed into a human figure.
And the figure that took shape was none other than the master of all Death Eaters.
Voldemort!
However...
Severus?
No one could have expected that the first thing Voldemort said upon appearing would be a question directed at Severus Snape, who had been missing for who knew how long.