A Match with No Chance of Winning

"You are not allowed to defy Voldemort's will."

Compared to the lengthy speech in the first circle, the second contained only this simple, brief sentence.

Grogan froze for a moment, and details he had previously overlooked suddenly came to light.

That was right. Death Eaters did not have to obey the law, but they had to obey another set of rules—rules established by their master, the very person who shielded them from legal punishment.

Manus looked at Grogan. Once he had recovered, Manus raised a finger and pointed at the two circles.

"Which of these two circles do you think is better?"

"This one!"

Once he understood, Grogan immediately raised a hand and pointed to the seemingly more complicated first circle.

The Ministry of Magic's laws were indeed cumbersome and complicated, but at the same time, their rules could be traced, and loopholes could even be found.

Voldemort's rules, on the other hand, seemed to permit anything, but in reality, whether you lived or died, were rewarded or punished, depended entirely on a single thought from Voldemort. Even if you had done nothing wrong, if Voldemort found you unpleasant and killed you, then you were simply dead.

After all, he was the grandson of the Minister for Magic. Even if he was a wizard driven more by emotion than reason, his upbringing was still there.

Manus revealed a gratified smile.

"Yes. No matter how harsh a law may be, it is still better than having no law at all."

For every policy from above, there was a countermeasure below. Even under strict or evil laws, as long as they were written laws, life could always find a way to survive within their rules.

Unless the lawmakers had never intended to let people live in the first place.

But having no