The Execution of This Traitor

This was a real problem!

Anton furrowed his brow.

Going back to Hogwarts now to find out whether Snape was at the school would be far too much trouble. It would be an enormous waste of time.

Anton lowered his gaze to Dumbledore on the sea below, thought for a moment, then decided to fly off on his own broomstick.

Old Dumbledore only ever saw the bigger picture and the state of the world. He often didn't have the time to look down and care about the people around him. That was the biggest difference between Anton and Old Dumbledore.

Anton decided to look for Snape himself.

As for whether it would be dangerous?

Give him a break. Anton was delighted to show Professor Voldemort how impossible he was to kill. It would make Voldemort green with envy.

Caw, caw, caw...

Anton rode his Flying Broomstick across the ocean, found a reef near the shore, landed, and put his broom away.

Finding Snape wasn't easy. Yes, the Ritual Magic required was a huge pain, too.

But if he wanted to find Voldemort, it couldn't be simpler.

All he had to do was find an open space and shout at the top of his lungs...

"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle..."

He called Old Voldy's name over and over.

It was remarkably simple—and effective.

As he kept calling, a tune began to form in his mouth. And so, there he stood in the breeze, humming a song.

In a brightly lit conference room, Death Eaters and other followers who had come to join them sat quietly around a long table. Voldemort's expression was frosty as he scrutinized each of them.

"This is a fine opportunity!"

"Heh heh..."

"Grindelwald's Saints are driving the Muggle Squibs they've turned into