"Madman!"
Spreading open the latest newspaper and seeing the front-page headline, Gregorovitch muttered instinctively.
Someone else had died.
Every few days lately, Gregorovitch would see news of another murder in the headlines.
All signs pointed to one person.
The infamous Voldemort.
The Ministries of Magic in every country had collectively gone blind, too afraid to provoke that notorious fiend.
After all, even Dumbledore had been killed.
After the successive massacres, Gregorovitch could not help feeling immensely grateful that he had agreed to Dumbledore's request and chosen to trust the seemingly absurd advice of that young Prophecy Master.
"Life now isn't bad either."
Gregorovitch picked up the wand he had just finished from the table. After carefully wiping it clean with a fresh cloth, he cautiously placed it inside a long case.
Though he did not feel as free as before, he could still do the things he liked.
Gregorovitch knew perfectly well why Lord Voldemort was looking for him. He also knew that if he fell into Lord Voldemort's hands, he would undoubtedly die.
Losing a little freedom was nothing, especially with a House-elf tending to his daily needs.
"Mr. Gregorovitch, Mr. Anderson will be visiting you at ten o'clock," the House-elf reported.
"What a rare occasion. He actually has time to visit an old man like me." Gregorovitch placed the wand case into the wooden cabinet beside him, which held the wands he had made while hiding in the shelter.
Just as he shut the cabinet door, emerald-green flames suddenly rose in the fireplace, and a figure stepped out of them.
After patting down his cloak and shaking off the dust, the young wizard flicked a finger at the ashes on the floor, sending a breeze to sweep them back into the fireplace.
"Good afternoon."
He looked up and