To Voldemort, this was nothing.
Although he needed to personally learn about Snape, the Deathstick's previous owner, as long as he could confirm that the wand taken from Dumbledore's grave was the legendary Deathstick, Voldemort would not even blink if sacrificing Snape was necessary.
With the Deathstick, which would obey his commands absolutely, in hand, Voldemort could easily deal with the current situation.
The next time he encountered that Mudblood, Albert Anderson, he would surely be able to kill him with ease.
Without that troublesome Mudblood, the other rebels were not worth mentioning.
Whenever he thought of Albert, a shadow inevitably clouded Voldemort's heart.
That Mudblood's despicable, shameless schemes had indeed left too deep an impression on Voldemort, even making him instinctively worry that he might step into another carefully laid trap.
It was not that Voldemort was timid. His recent trip to Nurmengard to find Grindelwald had simply left too deep an impression on him.
Although every sign indicated that Albert had nothing to do with it, Voldemort did not see it that way, because Grindelwald's reaction had been highly abnormal.
Moreover, it had been equally abnormal for that group of Aurors to appear at the time and attempt to surround and kill Voldemort. Had he not prepared in advance, even with confidence in his own strength, Voldemort could not have guaranteed that he would emerge unscathed under those circumstances.
What Voldemort had faced then was not most of Europe's Aurors, but a group of killing gods who had dared to hurl Avada Kedavra directly at them.
It had definitely been a carefully arranged ambush. Though Voldemort had narrowly escaped disaster, he had also learned his lesson.
He had to remain wary of Albert Anderson's schemes.
Like this time?
Had his journey to the Mediterranean Sea to find a