Tash bared his toothless mouth.
"Whenever I hear their screams, I feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction."
Seeking a sense of superiority from helpless Muggles—people this pitiful and hateful were not worthy of sympathy.
Sam knocked him unconscious with a punch. "Damn pathetic bastard!"
There had to be quite a few similar pathetic bastards on the list.
No talent, no ability.
Yet when people like that gathered together, they could form one of the countless dark sides of the Wizarding World.
Vincent picked up a sandwich his mother, Evelyn, had made and left on the table.
He tossed one to Sam.
"The Ministry of Magic will definitely try to make a big deal into a small one. They have to pay the price."
Sam took a huge bite. "Wayne, what do you take me for?
They're only fifty-odd worthless pieces of trash. At worst, I'll run back to North America."
The list Tash had provided was extremely detailed, containing names, addresses, and family members.
The gentlemen were not on it. The regulars all lived in Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End.
"Let's go." Vincent drank the Polyjuice Potion.
At dusk,
Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts Castle.
Nagini and Surya had decided to settle down in Britain. Over the next few days, they would be busy moving with Aberforth.
When he entered the Headmaster's Office, he found the atmosphere especially strange.
Armando and Phineas were not bickering, and the other former headmasters were not gossiping about where he had gone today.
"Hmm?" The Pensieve, which had originally been on its stand, had been moved onto the desk.
The professors did not dare come and go from the Headmaster's Office as they pleased. Only one student dared be so brazen.
Dumbledore frowned at the hazy scene.
He lowered his head into it