"Who's out there?"
Hearing a knock at the downstairs door, Katrina instinctively poked her head out the window to see who was knocking. Hardly anyone ever came to the house, yet there was no one at the door.
Katrina seemed to realize something. A chill ran through her body, and she regretted her rash action just now. She hurriedly grabbed the wand from the table. Though relieved, she strained her ears to listen for any movement around her.
Someone was downstairs?
"Who could it be?"
The red-haired girl raised her guard to the utmost. Ever since Isabelle had run off somewhere with Albert, she had been alone in the large house most of the time.
It was impossible for Katrina not to feel nervous when a stranger suddenly came to their door. Isabelle had once told her that Albert had dealt with a Death Eater in the maze during the third task, and he might very well have drawn retaliation from the Dark Lord's lackeys.
Logically speaking, even if the Dark Lord wanted revenge on Albert Anderson, what did that have to do with her family?
The entire Anderson family had emigrated overseas. Even Voldemort would find it difficult to cross continents and locate Albert's family. The only person connected to Albert who remained was Izabel Macdougal.
Though they were only boyfriend and girlfriend for now, who knew whether they might be implicated?
It was hard to say just how low the Dark Lord and his lackeys' bottom line could be.
The area below the stairs was terrifyingly quiet. Katrina was hesitating over whether to retreat for the time being. She currently held the advantageous position on the staircase and could Apparate away at any moment.
While Katrina was wavering, some sounds suddenly came from the hall, putting her on