I'm Going to Smash Your Dog Head!

Voldemort's icy stare was far more than just a look. As the supreme wizard known as "the most powerful dark wizard in history," Old Voldy's gaze itself carried magic.

Much like Dumbledore's gaze, which gave people a penetrating feeling as if it came with Mind Reading.

Voldemort's gaze truly made fear grow in one's heart.

Hmm.

So awesome.

Anton analyzed it inwardly. Unfortunately, I, who ought to be playing along with your performance, was truly incapable of doing so.

After several years since crossing over and weathering countless trials, his heart was utterly unmoved at this moment.

And so, the atmosphere turned solemn.

Gradually, the cheers died down. People turned to look over in astonishment, then rose one after another, surrounding Anton and silently watching him.

"How utterly hateful!" A shrill cry broke the deadlock.

Bellatrix pushed aside the people in front of her and walked over, staring coldly at Anton. "Who are you? Why are you being so disrespectful?"

Surrounded by enemies, the air was frozen. Aside from the most powerful Dark Lord, many of those present were top-tier masters of magic. Below the level of supreme wizards like Voldemort and Dumbledore, most wizards were actually not that far apart. They simply had their own strengths and specializations.

Strictly speaking, wizards who specialized in spells were more dangerous.

But not everyone walked the path of spellcasting. Those who studied potions, magical creatures, magical plants, or curses all had their own trump cards.

Anton had no doubt that among these lawless Dark Wizards, someone might have cast an Undetectable Extension Charm on a ring or accessory, stuffing a fire dragon—or a Muggle missile—inside.

It was hard to say.

But...

No panic. It wasn't a big problem.

What kind of situation had Anton not seen before?

"Ha ha ha ha..."

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