"I, I, you..., I just got hit by the Soul-snatching Curse, yes, I just got hit by the Dark..., Voldemort's Soul-snatching Curse, or it might be Little Sirius's!"
Little Dwarfs looked at the large vacancy formed by Voldemort's self-detonation, blasting through both upper and lower layers of the castle, and at the scorched Snake Monster, immediately finding words most likely to persuade the others.
"Aha, what you're saying is really interesting..."
Little Sirius reacted at that moment too.
Though his face showed an expression like he'd seen a ghost, he never expected a little wizard to single-handedly assassinate Voldemort, but now the fact lies before his eyes, it isn't a Dementor eating his brain; this reality-bending thing actually happened!
But just as Little Sirius was about to continue speaking, a Magic Spell suddenly came from afar.
"Disarm."
Bang~
