In the crowd, Bella's gaze turned cold and wild. She roared, "Everyone, attack him together! I refuse to believe he has no limits!"
Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes lit up too.
He could feel Anton's arrival stirring the room.
They had just gone through the destruction of their headquarters by Dumbledore. No matter how much the Dark Lord said, "We can use this opportunity to slip into the shadows," everyone had their own thoughts about it.
And now Anton had come to provoke them...
The room was in turmoil~
Barty even saw several people's eyes flicker with uncertainty.
"Attack together!" Barty shouted along with them. He licked his lips, eager to see who wouldn't attack Anton.
They were all clever people. Naturally, they knew Barty was trying to force everyone to declare their position, to make them all stand against Anthony Weasley, a top-tier wizard—just as the Dark Lord had made them lend their strength and step fully into opposition to the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy."
But at that moment, there was no choice. Everyone could only draw their wands.
"Everyone, stop!"
Voldemort's voice rang out. Several people hurriedly lowered their wands.
Just as expected!
Old Voldy sneered inwardly.
There was no such thing as loyalty in this world. It was nothing more than an alliance of interests and fear of the strong. He understood that perfectly now.
Still, there had been several Death Eaters who remained loyal to him back then. He could feel it.
Bella, Barty Crouch Jr., Antonin Dolohov, Rabastan Lestrange...
That was enough. With a core of devoted followers to rely on, he could bring everyone else together through self-interest and force—and get things done.
He knew it.
He might not be as good as Dumbledore at manipulating people, but he understood the evil, self-centeredness, and