Deep within the Forbidden Forest.
As a race gifted with mysterious divination, most Centaurs lived here, in a world of their own.
At the very moment Voldemort was revived, Firenze, one of the finest practitioners of Centaur divination, was praying.
Yet at that very moment, a crimson beam shot into the sky from the altar the Centaurs revered as sacred.
Crack!
The Umbral Jade that had long been enshrined upon the altar shattered.
One Centaur after another emerged from their homes, gazing at the red light.
It was strange and gave off an obscure, ominous aura!
"An ill omen!"
"The Dark Lord has returned!"
Firenze looked up at the sky. Beneath the dim, star-speckled heavens, which seemed as though they might press down from above, close enough for one to pluck the stars by hand, he said with a grim expression.
With that, Firenze ran from the gathering place of his people.
Inside that mysterious castle.
Voldemort had already dressed and was seated upon a vast throne, while Peter Pettigrew stood respectfully behind him.
The right hand Peter Pettigrew had sacrificed to revive Voldemort had been restored through Voldemort's powerful magic, and in return, he had gained Voldemort's trust.
Peter Pettigrew was immensely excited. He now had a powerful patron and no longer needed to cower and hide from place to place.
Now, he desperately wanted Voldemort to step forward and lead him in ruthlessly dealing with all those who had bullied him.
Besides the two of them, rows of Death Eaters in black robes and masks stood before them.
Voldemort had summoned them through the Dark Magic Marks on Peter Pettigrew's hand.
But they were not all of them.
"Should I be pleased that, upon sensing my summons, you obediently came before me?"
"Do you know?"
"How dearly I