Everyone was controlled by desire, and organizations made up of people were no different.
Once the Unspeakables revealed what they wanted, they no longer seemed so frightening to Voldemort.
"A good test."
Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then pointed his wand at the mirror opposite him.
The mirror began to flicker, but no image appeared right away.
Only after Bellatrix knocked on the door and brought in more people did Snape's face finally appear in the mirror.
"Senior Abhu, I need your help."
Voldemort ignored Snape in the mirror and spoke to Abraxas Malfoy, who had entered the room first.
"Of course, Dark Lord. I'm always at your service." Abou spoke with excitement on his stern face.
Since recovering, this was the first time Voldemort had given him such an important task.
Abou, who had long wanted to put his remaining years to good use, couldn't help being excited.
"I need you to contact more students' parents and get them involved in the campaign against the Dementors of Azkaban."
Voldemort spoke in a low voice. "The Ministry of Magic is responsible for ensuring the safety of wizards. I think many people will be willing to join us on those grounds."
"Of course, Dark Lord." Abou paused, then asked, "Should the Death Eaters be involved as well?"
"Of course. I hardly expect those parents to cast any particularly vicious curses, and the Hit Wizards won't just surrender without a fight." Voldemort smiled.
Abou chuckled along with him. The others straightened up, clearly hoping to receive a similar assignment, but Voldemort had no intention of breaking the task down any further.
"In ten minutes, someone will arrive at the Manor entrance with forty Portkeys to Azkaban. When they do, you—"
Voldemort suddenly stopped, his sharp gaze fixed on the mirror opposite him.
Everyone