Useless, All of You!!

Obviously, a Death Eater had launched a sneak attack on him.

He spun around and fired a Fiendfyre Curse.

The one who had attacked him moments ago was reduced to ashes almost instantly.

"Aren't you going to save your subordinates?"

Darren watched as his Fiendfyre Curse continued to spread.

The Death Eaters fled in every direction, chased by the Fiendfyre.

Voldemort smiled.

"If you submit, I can accept their deaths."

"No, I won't submit!"

"I think you can't hold on much longer. You can no longer blast those little things apart completely, can you? Haven't you noticed that they can even devour the magic you cast?"

Useless Trash, All of You!!

Of course Darren had noticed.

But he did not think there was much need to surrender.

Because he still had a way to return.

So he carefully examined those little creatures.

They pressed tightly against him.

He could only make small movements with his wand now.

They had packed around him so tightly that if he Apparated now, he would likely take them all with him.

He felt that he had actually changed quite a lot of the plot.

After all, Voldemort had never made such things in the original story.

"Returning is very simple. At any moment just now, I could have made a Portkey and gone back..."

Darren looked at Voldemort as he spoke.

Voldemort froze for a moment.

He seemed not to know what Darren was trying to do.

But Darren had already begun to smile.

"It's been forty minutes now. I think my brother should have arrived by now."

"Harry Potter!"

Voldemort looked at Darren, his eyes even more bloodshot, as if he were about to explode with rage.

"So you spent all this time merely buying Harry Potter time? Then, are you planning to