After sending the Ministry of Magic's Aurors to the place where Voldemort was hiding, Klein finally felt a little less angry.
If you didn't want me to have a good time, then you wouldn't have one either.
So many people wanted my body. Who did you think you were?
Bah, you shameless scum!
"How is this possible!"
The cave was surrounded by figures, and Voldemort panicked.
He'd been exposed.
He'd actually been exposed!
Who was the traitor!
Karkaroff?
Barty?
Dammit, who had betrayed him!
"Captain, there seems to be someone inside."
The Aurors cautiously explored the cave.
Suddenly, one sharp-eyed Auror spotted the scattered footprints on the ground and quietly reported it.
"Stay alert, and be careful.
"According to our intel, Voldemort is active in this area. We're not looking to win any awards—just make sure we don't screw up.
"Gilson, you brought the magical communication device, right? If anything unexpected happens, contact the others.
"This time, the Auror's Office and the Department of Mysteries have joined forces, so we have plenty of firepower. And Mister Klein has our backs at headquarters, so don't worry about how this turns out."
Hearing this, the Aurors all acknowledged the order and went on high alert.
Hidden in the shadows, Voldemort realized things were looking bad.
The Auror's Office and the Department of Mysteries had joined forces?
And "Mister Klein"—
Who was that?
No. He was outnumbered and outmatched. This wasn't the time to openly fight the Ministry of Magic.
As Voldemort brooded, he quietly edged backward.
He gripped his wand and tried to Disapparate.
But to his surprise, the Transfer Curse—which wasn't even a difficult spell for him—failed!
"The interference detector's reacting. Voldemort's here!"
The crystal ball in an Auror's hand burst into a brilliant red glow, instantly illuminating the entire cave.