A Brand New Look

"Stop being so hypocritical in front of me, Albus!" Voldemort's hoarse voice, filled with resentment, echoed from within the Soul Catcher Bead. "I never expected that our Dumbledore would choose such sinister methods to deal with his opponent. You truly surprise me!"

Although Voldemort hadn't witnessed Anduin detailing the plan, a moment's thought led him to believe Dumbledore must have been involved.

"Mock me all you want. It's just a pity you'll likely never cause trouble again. What I regret most is not guiding you onto the right path back then, letting you waste such outstanding talent on dark pursuits."

Seeing his long-time adversary so easily captured by Anduin, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Hmph, have you finished your lecture?" Voldemort's voice dripped with extreme disgust. "I detest your endless preaching. It's as if you represent everyone. Are your ideas always correct? Absurd!"

"And another thing!" Voldemort sneered, then couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "Don't think you can keep me trapped for long. Sooner or later, I'll find a way to escape this wretched bead. When that day comes, don't expect me to spare you! Albus! Anduin! Snape! Quirrell! You will all become souls under my blade!"

Voldemort's resentful cry was like a curse. The sound was chillingly menacing, causing Quirrell, standing nearby, to tremble in fear.

"Still so audacious at a time like this!" Anduin snorted coldly, then pointed a finger at the Soul Catcher Bead from afar.

"Ah!!!"

As fierce electrical arcs flashed from the bead, Voldemort's wails echoed throughout the Headmaster's Office. Anyone unaware might have thought the place was haunted.

Voldemort's pathetic state at this moment stood in stark contrast to his previous arrogance. Simultaneously, it brought a sigh of relief to Quirrell and Snape.

After tormenting Voldemort for