Avery was merely an obscure dark wizard hiding in Knockturn Alley.
A dangerous man who had been obsessed with Dark Magic since his student days, he had once followed Voldemort. Unfortunately, before the Dark Lord could put his ideals into practice, he had died unexpectedly.
That left Avery lying low for a long time.
But now, this opportunist had finally spotted another chance!
Soren.
A man no less formidable than Voldemort—perhaps even more powerful—was rising!
When he heard that the great man had single-handedly plunged the entire Ministry of Magic into flames, he was first too stunned to speak, then immediately overcome with joy.
If not now, when?
If he was the first to support Soren, then Avery would be one of the founding heroes!
As for whether Soren actually wanted to become the Dark Lord who ruled over everything—
Don't be naive. Had anyone ever known a wielder of Dark Magic who wasn't obsessed with power and authority?
Lord Soren hadn't made a move because he was waiting for others to pledge their allegiance first.
After all these years, Avery knew exactly how things worked.
A thousand gold pieces to buy a horse's bones.
And he was the horse's bones!
That was why he had organized this gathering and personally designed the flag of rebellion.
It didn't matter whether Lord Soren liked it. Avery had made his position clear, and that was bound to earn him plenty of favors down the line.
Avery had ambition.
He wouldn't even dare dream of replacing Soren as the boss.
But replacing Caractacus and becoming Lord Soren's top lackey? That was still well within reach~
"Avery, we did all this without Lord Soren's approval. Do you think Lord Soren might..."
Naturally, Avery's series of moves had been so audacious that his companions couldn't