Kayson yanked open the Vanishing Cabinet, stepped inside, then shut the door behind him.
"I will duel Voldemort directly in the Death Eaters' lair as Kayson Heath!" Kayson murmured, then violently pushed open the Vanishing Cabinet.
In an instant—scorching heat! Suffocation! Solidification! Stiffness!
"Fuck! That old bastard Voldemort has no sense of fair play—he threw the Vanishing Cabinet into lava! Good thing I have... a Draught of Living Death!"
Italy, Mount Etna's crater...
"Master, have you sensed the Vanishing Cabinet's condition?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked humbly from behind Voldemort.
"It has already been opened." Voldemort turned to look at his most loyal and capable servant, replying with rare gentleness.
"The entire lava pool within ten meters of the Vanishing Cabinet has been heavily reinforced with spatial magic. Even Kayson Heath's bizarre teleportation will require at least three seconds to escape, and three seconds should already be enough..."
Barty Crouch Jr. chose his words carefully, but his meaning was perfectly clear. Five seconds were already enough for Kayson to be boiled into a bullfrog by the scorching lava. There was no need for them to keep waiting here.
Yet Voldemort shook his head. "You still do not understand Kayson..."
Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Voldemort in confusion. The way he spoke of Kayson seemed a little too... affectionate.
Voldemort keenly sensed Barty Crouch Jr.'s confusion and explained, "In my heart, there are three people in the entire European Wizarding World who are worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as me. Do you know who they are?"
Barty Crouch Jr. knew the answer well. "Dumbledore... Grindelwald..." As for the final answer, he found it difficult to say aloud. The first two were old wizards who had been famous for a long time, both over a hundred years old. But