Voldemort was much calmer the third time he said the word.
Though he didn't understand why the Grim Reaper was swearing, at least it proved that the figure wasn't necessarily anyone important.
Perhaps on the other side of the Veil sat an old wizard who was half-dead and missing half his teeth.
He'd used some special means to fool a few ignorant wizards into performing this ritual.
Of course, the person on the other side had probably lived for an extremely long time. Otherwise, he couldn't have fooled so many people.
"Quiet, quiet..."
The Death Hall was in complete disarray. People had gathered in groups of three or five, discussing something.
Some were excited, some impatient, while others sat frozen in place, looking utterly stunned.
Perhaps those people's faith had crumbled. After all, their eyes had grown dull.
Voldemort couldn't be bothered to get involved any longer. He thought they were a bunch of lunatics, no better than the Death Eaters.
"If there's nothing else, Director, I'll be leaving."
Voldemort felt there was no point in staying here any longer.
These people might end up taking their anger out on him and dragging him into trouble.
"Of course. But, Mr. Sylvester, did He really say that?" the white-bearded Director quickly asked again.
"If my ears aren't faulty, that person definitely said exactly that."
Voldemort would never use the word "He." It would make him look like a fool.
Especially now that he'd started to think that the person sitting beyond the Veil was just an ancient wizard. He was even less inclined to call him that.
"All right. This truly is beyond anything we imagined."
The white-bearded Director said with a pained expression, but he made no attempt to stop Voldemort from leaving.
"In any case, please consider joining the