The Suppressed Voldemort

As an island in name, the Hebrides was absurdly large. It even had a mountain range on it.

Perhaps that was why Black Dragons had been able to live there for generations. If it had been any smaller, it truly could not have supported Dragons.

The good news was that once they had gone deeper into the island, Voldemort turned into black mist and left ahead of them with his trusted Death Eaters.

Kyle and most of the unlucky cannon fodder, meanwhile, were left trudging over the mountains on foot.

But that was also good news for Kyle. Without Voldemort nearby, he would not need to hold back so much when doing certain things.

"Tired, mate?" Kyle caught up to a Death Eater who had fallen behind and patted him on the shoulder from behind. "Want something to drink? I brought Butterbeer."

The man turned around and froze when he saw Kyle's face.

Strange. Why was Trafalnott, who had little skill but a terrible temper, being so agreeable today?

Before he could figure it out, though, a wand swept past his eyes.

"Legilimency!"

The Death Eater's gaze immediately turned vacant.

Kyle examined his memories and shook his head in disappointment.

Nothing again. He had already checked six Death Eaters, yet he had not found a single useful piece of information.

These people simply did not know the purpose of this trip.

It seemed he would have to start with those trusted Death Eaters. The ideal target was definitely Rodolphus Lestrange. As the man in charge before Voldemort arrived, he was bound to know quite a bit.

But he was probably staying by Voldemort's side. Getting to him would be difficult.

Kyle pondered this and casually flicked his wand.

"Stupefy!"

The Death Eater, who had only just regained consciousness, immediately passed