[The worst mass breakout in the history of Azkaban Prison! The terrorist organization "Death Blossom" has claimed responsibility!]
Klein read the headline and got a massive headache.
Claimed responsibility?
Yeah, right!
"What a headache."
He rubbed his brow and muttered to himself.
"You've had it too good for too long. If you're so bored you have to cause trouble, then go dig sand in Egypt!"
With a thought, Klein promptly skipped class, claiming he was feeling unwell.
He wanted to see which little clever one had pulled off something this big behind his back.
The Underground Palace beneath Heaven Street.
"The Venerable Lord has summoned you. That's your good fortune. When you meet Lord Sauron, make sure you know your place."
Avery, who had gotten another whole lot fatter, spoke earnestly to the man beside him.
He stroked the little mustache growing on his chin, his eyes revealing a seriousness unlike anything he'd shown before.
"Yes, I understand."
Christopher nodded obsequiously, a smile plastered across his face.
He was doing a good job of hiding it, but his constantly trembling hands still betrayed his excitement.
"Good."
Avery was satisfied. He straightened his clothes and pushed open the heavy bronze doors before them.
"Creak."
The bronze doors groaned with a sound that set one's teeth on edge.
A pretty maid with a somewhat Eastern appearance slowly emerged, looking at the two men with reserved pride.
"Come in. Lord Sauron is waiting for you."
"Yes."
They said that even a minor official at a prime minister's gate outranked ordinary people. Avery didn't dare offend the maid, Nagini. He nodded respectfully and led the trembling Christopher into the secret palace where the Venerable Lord resided.
Huge. Really huge.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Avery never would have believed that