Only the wizards in Slytherin's Chamber beneath Hogwarts could have shaken the entire castle.
A moment earlier.
After Old Man Ruo Yu had tied Voldemort up with Voldemort's own tongues for being too noisy, the greatest villain in Harry Potter's world felt utterly humiliated. Every scale from Voldemort's head to the tip of Voldemort's body stood on end, its edges tinged faintly red. Like countless little blades, they sliced through the tongues binding Voldemort.
Foul blood poured down like a spring, staining Voldemort's Scale Armor crimson.
A guttural roar rose from Voldemort's throat, like the growl of a true beast.
"How dare you!"
Perhaps it was because so much of Voldemort's tongue had been cut away, or perhaps simply because Voldemort's mouth was full of blood. Either way, Voldemort's voice sounded especially thick. But even someone as slow on the uptake as Hagrid could hear the fury in it. "How dare you insult the great Dark Lord like this!"
Voldemort's scarlet eyes widened, fixing on the gaunt old man in black robes. Voldemort's yellow pupils turned perfectly round, and a thin, translucent film slipped away from them. Golden light flared, and an invisible wave of Magic Power swept through the chamber.
Old Man Ruo Yu lifted his eyelids and glanced at Voldemort, his face expressionless.
Not even a strand of his hair stirred.
The sneer just forming on Voldemort's face froze. Voldemort paused, then turned toward Zheng Qing. The pale film flashed across Voldemort's eyes again, followed by another gleam of golden light.
Zheng Qing's eyes lit up despite himself. Those eyes were beautiful. They would make a perfect pair of little lanterns for Jiang Yu or Su Shijun as a Halloween gift. Failing that, he could give them to Poseidon and Zheng Su Yi Er San. But there were