Dialogue

"Father, we also—" As Rabastan pondered how to demonstrate his authority, Little Mulciber gave old Mulciber a wink.

"Hmm." After eating the rat, old Mulciber swallowed the rat's tail, which he had sucked on many times but couldn't swallow, and nodded again.

Now, it's time for him and his son to have a snack.

Bella and Rodolphus exchanged a glance and headed into the prison, to the room where, only they knew, the fresh fish bladders were hidden.

Rabastan was left alone by the fire, lost in thought.

From thousands of miles away, Ryan waved his hand, and the image of the Death Eaters on the deserted island reflected in the air vanished into nothingness.

"Everyone Bella, on that island." Kate felt disgusted.

If Ryan hadn't specifically turned their feelings into words and displayed them above everyone's heads...

She was unaware that these Death Eaters were so chaotic.

"So you know how good I am to you, right?"

"I didn't show you the more disgusting stuff." Ryan laughed, recalling Kate's nauseating expression on the tower a few days ago.

"That's not quite right to say that."

"At least Travers doesn't love it."

"The relationship between the Mulciber and Son is also strange." Penelope made an S.P.E.W. face.

"All I can say is, are all Britain like this?" Phoebe blinked her large, sapphire-like eyes.

"Hey! France, what are you saying!"

"Are you crazy, sticky phlegm?" That's Kate.

She already disliked Phoebe a bit.

"Phoebe, you're making sweeping generalizations—" Penelope didn't know what to say.

"That's not how I am," Ryan shrugged.

Ten minutes later, with Ryan's intervention, the tension between the three of them subsided.

"By the way, what kind of poems are those Death Eaters reciting?"

"How did they know exactly when Voldemort would resurrect?" Kate's round eyes widened, filled with doubt.

"Also, I remember reading in Ryan's memories that, from his perspective, Voldemort's heartbeat clearly resumed the instant the resurrection ritual took place." Penelope looked at Ryan with confusion, trying to get Ryan answer.

"Are those Death Eaters really unable to use any magic at all? They must be very powerful."

"Even I can do this." Phoebe stretched out his slender fingers, and with a hum, an orange-yellow flame appeared on them.

It seems that Phoebe is completely clueless.

Ryan gently touched his forehead.

Unlike Kate, Penelope and she relied on magical knowledge, plus the honing of their Mind Games.

Phoebe's superpowers are entirely due to the 'Potions' she used to refine her bloodline.

She had no idea how outstanding she had become.

"Voldemort is now the will of heaven for that island space."

"The Death Eaters within him, bearing the Dark Mark, could naturally sense the exact time of Voldemort's resurrection."

"That's why they can hunt successfully even though they have no magic and no Muggle life experience."

"This is all thanks to divine intervention."

"On that island, they were like they were on Felix Felicis." Ryan replied, looking at Kate.

"And the heartbeat. When you are first resurrected, the heartbeat cannot be said to have returned."

"It simply exists, and can be sensed by wizards of my level."

"A true recovery does take 37 weeks, or 259 days," Ryan said, turning to Penelope as he answered her question.

"As for the magic that you care about most, Phoebe, all the Death Eaters' magic was used to resurrect Voldemort. The little bit left could have been used to cast a tiny bit of magic with the help of a wand."

"But, as you know, their wands were all broken by 'accident'." Ryan shrugged.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at Hogwarts, a conversation was taking place in the empty courtyard.

"Professor Dumbledore, it has been a long time since I've been back."

"Why don't we go to the Gryffindor Common Room to talk?" Arthur Weasley, whose hair was disheveled and looked like it had been blown by the wind due to his baldness, sighed as he stroked the old wall.

"Professor?"

"Time is truly the most ruthless thing in the world."

"I almost thought it was still thirty years ago." Dumbledore's hair and beard were all white, and his eyes were unfocused until he saw Arthur Weasley's thinning head and came back to his senses.

"You called me here just to catch up?" A black figure, resembling a giant bat, silently emerged from the dark corridor.

But judging from his sallow skin and cold, sarcastic tone, it was immediately obvious that he was Severus Snape, the Potions Class professor at Hogwarts.

However, he has another identity here.

That was to Death Eater Poisoning Plan.

Dumbledore probably invited them to meet here for this reason.

Snape and Weasley both knew this.

They all relaxed in their own ways, hoping Dumbledore wouldn't mention it.

"Of course not."

"I think you all know that very well."

"Sit down, we have a lot to talk about." Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and three comfortable cedar chairs appeared behind them.

"You should already know what we found in that area," Weasley said first.

"This proves that the vanished Azkaban still has connections with the real world."

"If combined with my poison, then—a year from now, we won't have to worry about any of the Death Eaters except Voldemort," Snape said directly.

"This won't work."

"You should know that the area of the sea was demarcated by Tom and me after our investigation."

"If it were really possible to do this with Potions alone, I would have done it long ago." Dumbledore looked at the astonished Snape and Weasley.

"So you called us here?" Weasley immediately realized that the conversation they had just had was not the main reason Dumbledore had summoned them.

Snape frowned as well.

What is it that light, he, and Arthur can do?

"Grindelwald".

"This has something to do with my old friend."

"He's coming to Hogwarts to stay overnight. In addition, a group of officials from the Germany and Austrian Ministry of Magic are also coming."

"Arthur, I think you are best suited to receive them, in place of the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore looked at Weasley first.

Weasley nodded.

Indeed, he was the only high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic who knew the background of those officials.

"As for you, Snape."

"I think you're going to be busy lately," Dumbledore wicked grin.

"Just say it," Snape snapped irritably.

"Castelobruxo, you should know their connection to Hogwarts and what they are best at."

"The rules for this Triwizard Tournament are different from the past, and they will come to inspect it in advance."

"As the Potions Class professor, you are the most suitable," Dumbledore, adjusting his glasses.

The previous chapter was blocked, and I don't know when it will be released. I'm just mentioning it here.

The great and holy Lord of Dark Magic will take 37 weeks to restore his heartbeat, 100 days to regain his consciousness, 10 days to restore his power, and finally one day to take back the world!

These are the prayers of the Death Eaters.

The previous chapter described the absurd things the Death Eaters on the deserted island.