Three days, from the weekend to Monday, meant nothing more than the beginning of a new week to most people.
But for those who had lurked in the shadows for so long, three days should have been enough to start tilting the world.
Yet, to their surprise, the tilt they had anticipated never came.
To them, those three days felt more like Monday through Wednesday—the most unbearable stretch of the workweek.
Durmstrang's Headmaster's Office.
Voldemort still sat in the headmaster's chair, watching the world map floating in the center of the office.
He seemed somewhat distracted, as though pondering something. He idly toyed with the Wand in his hand, devoting only a small fraction of his attention to studying the world map.
Unlike Voldemort's distraction, Herpo was clearly far more anxious.
He had placed most of his attention on the world map, pacing back and forth through the Headmaster's Office with an agitated expression.
When Carcas returned to the Headmaster's Office, he nearly collided head-on with Herpo.
He had changed into a new face, still as youthful as a student's, allowing him to continue monitoring through the "Heavenly Eye."
Seeing Herpo's anxious expression did not surprise him in the least.
In fact, they had already run into trouble over the weekend. More Muggle High-level figures than they had expected had chosen to hesitate.
Just as Carcas sat down, Herpo suddenly stopped in his tracks, as though he had sensed something.
"Just as I thought!" Herpo raised his brows, his expression turning exceptionally ugly. "Those damned Muggles! They actually started hesitating because of the reassurance from the other side!"
"They're utterly idiotic! They've wasted so much of my time!" he cursed repeatedly. "Those damned Muggles! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Oh?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't sound like Dumbledore's doing..."
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