One of Voldemort's false eyes, like a shard of broken glass stuck into its socket, swept over Hermione and Penelope along with his other, dark-red pupil. His hand, withered like a skin-hung skeleton's, rose, and his tone held a trace of pleasure. "The little witches Allen Harris likes? Before I make Harris pay for his arrogance... I can collect a little interest from you first."
Bellatrix shouted her agreement. Her gaze swept over Penelope beside them, whose face was full of disdain, and feeling that she had been ignored, she rolled her eyes and deliberately used that babyish false voice of hers, imitating the way she had cried out before their battle in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries. "Ahahaha, come down and play, big spider!"
Penelope's gaze in midair fixed on Voldemort. Her two huge chelicerae clicked and clacked, and a slightly hoarse female voice rang out with contempt. "The famous Dark Lord actually sank so low after Allen beat him up that he became the Grim Reaper's lackey? Look at the hideous state you're in. How dare that filthy tongue of yours speak Allen's name..."
Hearing Penelope's exchange with them, Hermione lowered the wand she had been using to maintain the magical shield. Her brown hair was blown back by the wind, and there was a trace of pity in the way she looked at Voldemort. "It's a good thing Delphini still doesn't understand anything. Otherwise, seeing you like this..."
"Shut up! You filthy Mudblood! You mongrel, how dare you adopt noble-blooded Delphini!" Bellatrix's savage grin froze, and she roared and shrieked as if insane. "I heard a lowly thing like you raises every creature into something stupid and fat! This is an insult to the Dark Lord and the House of Black! I'll kill you..."
"Quiet,