Voldemort's marble-statue-like pale flat face suddenly froze, the cruel smile he had just worn while talking to Harry remained stiffly at the corner of his mouth, but in those trembling crimson snake-like eyes, reflected was a sea of hopeless, dreadful green.
William's words, so flippant they didn't even seem like a spell, yet it was like pressing an invisible button.
It wasn't a Killing Curse.
But a vast, overwhelming, blinding barrage of deep green lightning bolts descended from the sky, without any preamble or charge-up or the requisite villainous monologue, like Divine Punishment from the Gods, the air instantly filled with death, the soul-ripping screech made even Voldemort, a master of Killing Curses, feel true fear.
... No, is he really considered a master?
"No—"
From that newly reborn, somewhat frail throat erupted a sharp scream of disbelief, Voldemort instinctively waved his Purple Fir Wand, a purple-black translucent shield immediately sprang up around him, the magic distorting the air with its brilliance.
But by now, our Dark Lord obviously didn't plan to protect those "underlings" around him.
However, none of the green lightning targeted him, Voldemort's shield wasn't even slightly affected.
At the same time, the sudden attack left no time for screams, the gathered Death Eaters fell like a ripe wheat field being harvested, finally, the turbulent sea slowly receded, leaving only a few scattered, standing figures in the cemetery.
"..."
"Thank you, Severus."
Finally, amidst the dead silence, William spoke first, not far from him, Snape didn't remove his hood, he simply nodded, then transformed into black mist and flew toward a white light approaching from the horizon.
"Such a keen old man, even Dementors can't stop a hundred-year-old geezer—"
Watching Snape intercept Dumbledore, William sighed, the plan was a bit rough, but seems promising… He turned back to look at Voldemort—and behind him, curled up on the stone platform, trying to decrease his presence since Voldemort's resurrection ritual began, was Karkaroff.
"Igor, our deal is complete, you can either stay and watch the show or leave on your own?"
Thus, under Harry's shocked gaze, Karkaroff quickly scrambled up with a nimble motion from the stone platform, then, somehow he conjured a broomstick and flew toward the horizon, not a hint of reluctance in his departure, only concern for his own life—
"..."
Voldemort watched all this with a grim expression, he couldn't look cheerful, especially since the few remaining people mentioned were the only breathing beings left on this open space, clearly, aside from Harry lying on the ground frozen by the Petrification Curse, incapacitated, the scene once again reached a familiar 1v1 scenario.
And so far, his record against William was damnably zero!
The situation is dire, got to flee quickly...
Voldemort tried Apparition earlier when William ordered Snape, but obviously, since William set the hunting ground, he wouldn't leave such an obvious loophole, staring at the silent boy playing with his wand not far away, Voldemort felt increasingly uneasy.
He hadn't felt this emotion in a long time, even being defeated by William so many times, he had contingencies—
Though, he still had his hidden Soul Artifacts undiscovered now, but he had just clawed his way up, if struck again by the soul-shattering green light, he wasn't certain of his... ability to climb back from the abyss again.
William's display filled him with true fear.
"You're surely wondering why I suddenly appeared here like... you're expecting me to ask you, right?"
William barely finished his sentence, not waiting for Voldemort to search for flaws in the hunting ground's layout, he abruptly cut himself off, the boy's lips bore a playful smile, "That's the behavior of the Big Bad Wolf, I dislike pointless talk—Tom, do it."
"Wha..."
Voldemort momentarily froze in surprise, then before he could continue protesting, a hand suddenly, without warning, extended out from his mouth, then followed a blood-stained arm, a shoulder, half a young boy's head, then the entire head, upper body—
Soon, Voldemort's newly born body flipped inside-out like tripe, and a stark naked young man appeared where he just stood.
And Voldemort, like this seemingly-appearing new body, vanished into nothing.
Though, "Little Tom" looked far more handsome—at least he had a nose, yet unfortunately, he still had no hair.
"... Heh heh."
Then came another long silence, the seemingly no more than sixteen-year-old boy gazed fondly at his naked body, sometimes clenched his fists, patting his thighs, it seemed he was confirming his 'own' existence, until William couldn't stand it, used Levitating Spells to lift the robe off the ground—
Can't broadcast further without censorship...
Wait, seems like there's nothing to see?
After brief deliberation, William decided to toss the robe back on the ground, as Tom finally seemed to awaken from self-admiration, lifting his head, looking at William, "Indeed, a pleasant cooperation, Mr. Richard."
"Ah, it really was enjoyable, solving so many Black Wizards at once—"
William kicked the corpse at his feet, discerning its identity as Radolphus Lestrange, Bella's husband? He'd seen him before in the Longbottoms' dreams, Bella lay not far from him, her face still carried the rapture from witnessing Voldemort's resurrection.
But now, it's clear they're indeed dead beyond dead, those killed by the Killing Curse never had an option to become ghosts.
"... Idiot!!"
The sudden angry shout rang out, William looked toward the source of the voice, "... Clearly, you aren't quick enough, are you?"
He asked Little Tom.
"Oh, that's intentional, after all... future me, leaving him a mouth, sort of treating myself better?"
Little Tom lowered his head and then chuckled.
"Idiot! I don't need your pity! You think collaborating with this damned bastard will gain you everything you desire?! Don't dream!"
"... Then do you want him to replace your uh... there?"
"..."
"... Wait, where did he put me?"
"You guess?"