Although Selwyn thought the wizard who had barged into his home was deranged, the deranged man had a wand—one glowing green.
So Selwyn wisely chose to follow the wizard's advice.
"I—I swear my loyalty to you."
"No, not to me." Lockhart heard delight in the black-robed wizard's voice. The wizard tossed Selwyn's wand aside and extended his own.
"Hold out your arm."
"?" Selwyn was baffled, but he obeyed.
If a madman held a loaded gun, and he ordered someone to dance, that person had little choice but to dance.
"Werewolf Selwyn, the man you must serve is my master, Harry Potter's lifelong enemy, the Dark Lord who survived Dumbledore, the ruler of the Wizarding World.
"He is the Dark Lord!"
The wizard before him grew more and more frenzied. Confusion brimmed in the eyes of Selwyn, whose arm the wizard held.
Wait!
Why does this sound more wrong the longer I listen?
Those titles sound awfully familiar. The Dark Lord? Isn't that You-Know-Who?
So this man's a Death Eater?
Then why, if he's really a Death Eater, does he call the Dark Lord "the Dark Lord who survived Dumbledore"?
Selwyn could accept the bit about Harry Potter being his lifelong enemy. Everyone in the Wizarding World knew Voldemort had tried to ambush a child years ago and had been taken down instead.
That child had become the Wizarding World's savior: Harry Potter.
But what was that part about Dumbledore?
What kind of Death Eater slips in a dig at his own master?
Selwyn immediately began to doubt whether the man was a Death Eater at all. His gaze drifted toward his discarded wand.
Could these old bones move fast enough to dive for it, pick it up, and subdue this deranged Death Eater?
Ordinarily, Selwyn and the deranged Death