Karkaroff's Return to Nature

Listening to all this, Malfoy's fear deepened by the moment.

The Dark Lord's path to return had been tortuous, yet it truly seemed as if fate favored him. Vitia Creona, a powerful Dark Witch capable of matching Breen, had come to Voldemort's side because of some inexplicable ancestral instruction and pulled him from the abyss of despair.

It was not strange that Bertha Jorkins knew the inside details of the Triwizard Tournament, but she had also happened to learn the horrifying news that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive and, as if guided by fate, appeared before Voldemort.

At the Quidditch World Cup final, Creona's reckless actions should have ruined everything, yet in the end, they had somehow escaped from Breen's grasp.

What unsettled Malfoy most was that Creona had infiltrated Hogwarts, while Dumbledore and Breen, who had fought this woman, had both failed to discover that such a powerful witch had become Voldemort's helper. This had almost canceled out Amosta Breen's assistance to Dumbledore!

Voldemort finished speaking. The Death Eaters surrounding him bent even lower, and Voldemort was very pleased by this. Cruel satisfaction gleamed in his red eyes as he turned to look at Harry. Harry knew he was about to endure some torment, but Voldemort suddenly changed his mind. He wanted to leave Harry hanging a while longer. That alone was torture for him.

"Then... what a difficult choice—"

Voldemort lowered his head and examined Old Barty Crouch, Sparkle, and Karkaroff, whose face was ashen.

"Lady Creona must have known that Voldemort wanted his first family gathering after his return to be a lively affair. Such a considerate woman. I should not blame her, should I? I truly... do not appreciate her temperament, but this has given me a problem. I have already arranged entertainment myself, but