Three days, from the weekend to Monday, meant only the start of a new week for most people.
But for those who had been lying low in the shadows for so long, three days should have been enough to set a world tilting.
Yet, to their surprise, the tilt they had anticipated never came.
For them, those three days felt more like Monday to Wednesday—the hardest stretch of the workweek to endure.
Durmstrang's Headmaster's Office.
Voldemort still sat in the headmaster's seat, staring at the world map floating in the center of the office.
He seemed somewhat distracted, as though he were pondering something. He idly toyed with the wand in his hand, devoting only a small fraction of his attention to studying the world map.
Unlike Voldemort's distraction, Herpo was clearly far more anxious.
He focused most of his attention on the world map, pacing back and forth through the Headmaster's Office with an agitated expression.
When Calchas returned to the Headmaster's Office, he nearly collided head-on with Herpo.
He had changed into a new face, one still as youthful as a student's, allowing him to continue monitoring through the "Eye of Heaven."
He was not particularly surprised to see Herpo's anxious expression.
In fact, they had already run into trouble over the weekend. There were more hesitant Muggle leaders than they had expected.
Just as Calchas sat down, Herpo abruptly stopped in his tracks, as though he had sensed something.
"So it's just as I thought!" Herpo raised his brows, his expression turning exceedingly grim. "Those damned Muggles! The confirmation from the other side actually made them hesitate!"
"They're utterly idiotic! They've wasted so much of my time!" he cursed repeatedly. "Those damned Muggles! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Oh?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like Dumbledore's