The bold, black front-page headlines of the wizarding newspapers entered Voldemort's eyes: "Babajide Akingbade Publicly Apologizes to the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic," "Protecting or Destroying? Final Verdict Reached on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," "You-Know-Who—No, Please Call Him Voldemort"...
The newspaper photographs displayed the corresponding images in detail, and the most striking among them was a picture of Babajide Akingbade bowing in apology to the United Kingdom Minister of Magic, Owen Harris. In the photograph, his head hung low, and he looked utterly dejected... Newspapers fluttered down like snowflakes, dazzlingly scattering across the floor, and Voldemort's pale, twisted face appeared behind the falling white.
"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. What is that? What is this thing?" Voldemort said softly, sweeping his scarlet, cold eyes over the group of Death Eaters in the room. "Does the recent increase in people daring to say my name have something to do with it?"
The room fell silent. In this temporary stone cave, most of the Death Eaters were far from civilization, and because they had been following Voldemort around robbing and plundering, no Wizarding Television had naturally been installed in this temporary base either, so they were hardly well-informed about such news.
One or two wizards could not help shivering. No one dared meet Voldemort's eyes. Some lowered their heads, terrified that Voldemort would look at them; more of them turned their gazes toward Lucius Malfoy, who had brought the news from the United Kingdom.
Under that pressure, Lucius Malfoy raised a slightly trembling hand and wiped away the beads of sweat that had broken out on his deathly pale forehead. Bowing, he carefully moved closer to Voldemort, his low voice somewhat tight. "Master, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone is a fantasy novel that the despicable Allen Harris published