I Just Came to Watch the Match

Time went back to when the werewolf riot was about to break out. Bertha Jorkins, possessed by Voldemort, was calculating the time.

The moment Fenrir Greyback beside him began to tremble, claws sprouting from his fingers and fur pushing out through his skin, he stood up and became one of the first spectators to leave the viewing area.

Voldemort controlled Bertha Jorkins as she turned down a corridor. The Disillusionment Charm already covered her body, allowing him to make his way calmly to the storeroom.

When the staff heard the commotion outside, they all drew their wands and ran toward the viewing area, following the noise.

Voldemort moved as if the place were deserted, climbing a flight of stairs, then passing through another corridor. After repeating this several times, he finally stood before a Bronze Gate.

"Heh..." Voldemort let out a cold laugh, controlling Bertha Jorkins as she raised her wand. A deep Dark Green Light burst from the tip of the wand and completely enveloped the Bronze Gate.

The Bronze Gate seemed to age in an instant, like a wall long fallen into disrepair. Voldemort merely controlled Bertha Jorkins to wave her wand, and the Bronze Gate was easily pushed over;

The only thing worth noting was that the hand with which Bertha Jorkins held the wand was now bulging with blue veins, looking as hideous as a centipede.

The Bronze Gate was weathered like rock, and as it fell to the ground, it shattered into powder, kicking up a great cloud of dust.

Voldemort ignored the flying dust and controlled Bertha Jorkins as she entered, heading straight for the long table in the room;

On the long table sat the prizes belonging to the Duelling Champion, among them the egg of a magical creature;

The shell of the