Just now, in Slytherin's Common Room, Voldemort had needed to keep up appearances and maintain his composure in order to recruit those students, not allowing his expression to twist completely out of control.
Now, he finally no longer needed to hide anything and could freely unleash the fury in his heart.
"Damn the Malfoys!" He clenched his Wand so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
He practically forced the words through clenched teeth. "Damn the Malfoy Family!"
Sensing Voldemort's rage, Carcas began to move, inching backward bit by bit. He did not dare linger for too long, nor did he dare make the slightest sound.
Terrified of causing any disturbance, he took each of those retreating steps with extreme care.
This was the safest distance he could think of. If he stood too close to Voldemort, the chance of becoming the target of his displaced wrath would multiply.
Yet if he took a few more steps back, he would likewise arouse Voldemort's suspicions and invite disaster for no reason.
Even after moving only those few steps, he discovered that his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
"Lucius Malfoy! And that damned son of yours! Draco Malfoy!" Voldemort's voice grew louder and louder until he was practically roaring.
The wind sweeping past him instantly turned violent, and the spreading magical fluctuations churned restlessly with it.
The moment they sensed Voldemort's emotions abruptly spiraling out of control, not a single person in the formation of Wizards below dared make a sound.
Even as the surging magical fluctuations lashed their skin raw with pain, everyone gritted their teeth and endured it, terrified that even the faintest noise might bring Voldemort's punishment down upon them.
Some Wizards' eyes had already grown dry and started tearing up, yet they