They trapped him as if in a cage, and Harry advanced furiously on him, wand drawn and drumming with his power. He pushed the runes tighter together, squeezing and compressing the prisoner within. Voldemort struggled uselessly against them. He was no match for Harry's rage, his powerful intent. Hermione felt it sweep over her time and again as Harry's magic pulsed around the Circle like an irrepressible storm. And she suddenly knew exactly what Enola had meant before.