I Want You to Recruit Death Eaters Across Europe!

Upon hearing Madock's words, even Voldemort could no longer remain seated. He rose to his feet, the red glow in his snake-like eyes intensifying.

"Excellent. You have done very well!"

Voldemort slowly bent down and took the Elder Wand—the symbol of incomparably powerful strength—from Madock's kneeling hands.

Voldemort gently stroked the Elder Wand in his hand. This wand had many names in the wizarding world: the Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, a Deathly Hallow, Forbidden Item No. 002...

"Skeletal Manifestation!"

With a soft shout, Voldemort waved the Elder Wand toward the ceiling.

The Dark Mark blossomed across the ceiling of Avery Castle, its terrifying pressure forcing everyone's foreheads tightly against the floor, unable to raise them even an inch.

The Dark Mark, once merely a symbol of the Death Eaters, now possessed power of its own—the pressure descending upon every person present.

It felt as though dozens of kilograms of weight had been placed upon everyone's backs, rendering them unable to move.

Feeling the immense power carried by the Dark Mark, Voldemort frowned in dissatisfaction. In a low voice, he said, "I can sense the Elder Wand's power, but the power I have gained from it is not all of its power... Or rather... I am not yet its master..."

Madock said in surprise, "How is that possible? Master, this wand has always revered the strong, and you are unquestionably its master!"

Yet Yaxley shook his head. "No. Only a wizard who defeats the Elder Wand's previous master can become its new master. In other words, if Master wishes to truly obtain the Elder Wand, you must defeat its original owner..."

Madock raised a brow. "Impossible. Dumbledore is already dead, isn't he? No one can defeat someone who is already dead..."

Voldemort slowly lifted his head, murmuring a name.