The Dementors circled high in the sky, and the chill in the surrounding air deepened. Whether Death Eaters or other prisoners, all of them curled up on the deck, shivering as they looked at Voldemort in awe.
"We should set off!"
Voldemort stood at the bow of the Three-Masted Sailing Ship. Holding his Wand, he turned his wrist and swept it in a smooth arc, as though steering a rudder.
With a snap, the sails of the Three-Masted Sailing Ship suddenly unfurled, swelling as they caught the sea wind.
Voldemort lightly drew his Wand through the air, and the entire Three-Masted Sailing Ship was pushed forward by an invisible force, speeding toward the sea at an astonishing pace.
"What's that over there?"
"Are those Patronuses?"
"So many Patronuses. How can there be so many Patronuses?"
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. Hearing the voices discussing behind him, he immediately turned to look back.
Golden Eagle, lynx, lion, gray wolf...
He saw all kinds of Corporeal Patronuses, and the most eye-catching among them was naturally the Phoenix Patronus flying at the very front.
"Dumbledore?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow. He had actually imagined this might happen, but he had not expected Dumbledore to arrive so quickly.
He lightly waved his Wand over his eyes, and with the help of the Night Vision Spell, he saw Dumbledore landing on the island in the distance, along with a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.
"Dumbledore..." A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Voldemort's mouth. "You actually brought so many burdens with you. That's simply wonderful!"
Originally, he had still been considering one question: if he encountered Dumbledore head-on at sea, how should he deal with Dumbledore while properly taking care of the Death Eaters and the prisoners who had submitted to