Voldemort was standing in the center of the magical whirlwind of death magic right on top of the location where muggle politicians were thinking of building a tree mosaic for the lost Reformers’ Tree. His hands were up high, cowl down, and the Elder Wand pointed up in the center of the funnel where the Resurrection Stone was spinning furiously. The Invisibility Cloak was glowing with etchings I had never seen before. If I looked close enough, they started to swirl and brighten with each second. 