Bellatrix looked even more fanatical than her master himself. She stared at the tall, hairless back of the Dark Lord beside her, screaming wildly in her heart: As long as Master puts in that heart, it will be time for a full counterattack.
Lucius's breathing was a little ragged too. He pressed his lips together, and the knuckles of the hand gripping his wand had turned bluish.
Alecto half-turned, her face savage as she gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly—Amycus, once Master takes us out of here, I'll be able to avenge you. Watch me pay Allen Harris back a thousandfold for what you suffered.
Inside the Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort tapped his Vecna prosthetic with his wand and cast extra protective Charms on himself. Then he reached out to lift the magic crystal cover, whose style and magic patterns were exactly the same as the one that had covered the Hand of Vecna. As when he had taken the prosthetic before, the trap energy contained within the cover instantly wound around his arm, spreading upward like countless black threadworms, but it was quickly absorbed by the prosthetic.
As Voldemort touched it, he cast a divination spell, proving that the cover had sat here peacefully for a thousand years without being moved. This satisfied Voldemort, and he nodded. Then he used his own pale hand to grab the withered heart directly. He turned his palm over, and the heart lay in it.
Outside, aside from the screams of the monsters and demons that had been summoned at the start, the wails of the Death Eaters were growing louder and more numerous.
"Master, it looks like they won't hold much longer..." Alecto, the stocky little woman, shouted anxiously.
"The sounds are getting closer. That rabble can't stop Allen Harris!" Lucius's pale