Voldemort was delighted, but at the same time, he had his concerns. It was plain to see that Voldemort had truly been beaten into fear before, which was why he was now so hesitant and cautious. "But..."
His smile gradually faded, and his brow creased slightly.
"Could it be a trap?" He turned, walked back to the table, and sat down. The tentacles behind him swayed as dark red light flickered over them. "Grindelwald isn't dead. That Raven is still around. They must be preparing something." He murmured in a low, hoarse voice, "Dumbledore has never been one to expose his weaknesses so easily. If he had truly lost his magic, why would he let the news get out? He should have sealed off the information. He should have made everyone think he was fine."
Voldemort fell silent for so long that even the owl delivering the letter grew impatient, flapped its wings, and flew away.
Then he rose and walked to the fireplace. Flames danced within it, casting light over his twisted, inhuman face. "Someone." Voldemort began issuing orders to his subordinates.
A Death Eater emerged from the shadows and knelt on the ground.
"Master."
The Death Eater wore a flattering expression. Voldemort did not look at him, merely stared into the flames. "How are things in Azkaban?" The Death Eater answered tremblingly, "In reply to you, Master, Azkaban is still being rebuilt. Its defenses are very weak. Most of the Dementors were taken away by that Raven, and the rest are no threat. The Ministry of Magic has transferred many Aurors there to guard it, but they are still short on manpower."
The corners of Voldemort's mouth lifted slightly.
"Good."
He turned and looked at the Death Eater kneeling on the floor.
"Send the clone. Attack Azkaban and