Vizet!
Anyone familiar with that voice could immediately tell that the person speaking at that moment had to be Vizet!
Yet the instant they heard it, many people were suddenly overcome by a dreamlike sense of unreality.
For a moment, they could not help wondering whether this was some illusion they had conjured before the moon had fully set.
Perhaps that unfathomable Master had maliciously fabricated this false comfort as some twisted joke.
So that, before they met their utter destruction, they would futilely reach for that wisp of fantasy they could never grasp, giving him some kind of amusement.
After all, the level of magic the Master had displayed earlier had far exceeded anything they could imagine.
Even three people with strength comparable to Dumbledore's had been unable to inflict the slightest substantial harm upon the Master. At most, they had merely made him find things a little more entertaining.
Vizet appeared before them, dressed in a dark blue dress robe.
He wore a dark blue dress robe, with a blue crystal boutonniere chain of fragmented, flowing light hanging from its collar.
Under the cascade of ghastly moonlight, the hidden patterns on his dress robe were fully revealed, carrying an imposing flamboyance.
Only at that moment did many of those present truly believe that Vizet had really returned!
Looking at that familiar figure before him, Harry felt as though his heart had skipped a beat.
His mind went blank, leaving only one thought echoing over and over—He's back! He really came back!
If he had not been restrained by the Master's magic, Ron truly could not say what he would have done upon seeing Vizet appear.
Probably... grabbed someone beside him by the collar and screamed every exaggerated word he could think of in Merlin's name?
The moment Neville