Durmstrang Headmaster's Office.
"Master! Dumbledore has gone mad! It's impossible to understand what he's thinking!"
Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice trembled with rage. As he spoke, he dropped to his knees without hesitation.
Voldemort did not respond. Instead, he glanced at the name printed at the top of the newspaper before him: Fjord Times.
His eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly, but he did not reach for the paper.
"Barty, you should remember..." He turned his gaze to Barty Crouch Jr., his voice calm and icy. "Do not be angry. Anger diminishes your wisdom."
Barty Crouch Jr.'s body shuddered. "Oh! Great Master, your wisdom has always shone so brilliantly!"
"Your teachings are always so profoundly thought-provoking! There is no master greater than you in this world!"
His voice choked as he said this, genuinely moved to tears by Voldemort's teachings.
"I truly should restrain myself. I cannot let anger affect me!" He took a deep breath, his hands already clenched into fists as he struggled to steady his voice.
He said clearly, "That Dumbledore is actually using his authority to call upon wizards across the entire magical world to learn a spell called the 'Disarming Charm'!"
"The Disarming Charm?" Voldemort looked again at the newspaper on the desk, searching beneath the Fjord Times masthead for the name of the spell he needed.
Before long, he found it amid the dense text and read out the spell printed in the paper. "Projectile Deflection Charm (Averte Telum)... Is this it?"
"That's the one!" Barty Crouch Jr. hurriedly replied, his tone filled with undisguised admiration. "Great Master, it seems you realized this long ago!"
The corners of Voldemort's lips curved upward. When it came to searching for magic, he truly possessed extraordinary talent.
Even with materials and books he could not understand, he could rely on