To Voldemort, this was nothing.
Although he needed to personally question Snape, the Deathstick's former owner, as long as he could confirm that the wand taken from Dumbledore's grave was the legendary Deathstick, Voldemort would not even blink if sacrificing Snape became necessary.
With the Deathstick in hand, absolutely obedient to his commands, Voldemort could easily deal with the current situation.
The next time he encountered that Mudblood, Albert Anderson, he would certainly be able to kill him with ease as well.
Without that troublesome Mudblood, the other rebels were not worth mentioning.
Whenever Albert came to mind, a shadow inevitably fell over Voldemort's heart.
That Mudblood's despicable, shameless schemes had indeed left too deep an impression on Voldemort, to the point that he instinctively worried he might step into another carefully laid trap.
It was not that Voldemort lacked courage. Rather, his recent trip to Nurmengard to seek out Grindelwald had left an especially deep impression on him.
Although every sign indicated that the matter had nothing to do with Albert, Voldemort did not see it that way, because Grindelwald's reaction had been highly abnormal.
Moreover, it had also been highly abnormal for that group of Aurors to appear at that time and attempt to surround and kill him. If they had not prepared in advance, then no matter how confident Voldemort was in his own strength, he could not have guaranteed escaping unscathed under those circumstances.
At the time, Voldemort had not faced most of Europe's Aurors, but a group of killers who had dared to hurl Avada Kedavra directly at them.
It had undoubtedly been a carefully arranged ambush. Though Voldemort had narrowly escaped with his life, he had also learned a lesson.
He had to remain wary of Albert Anderson's schemes.
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