Old Yao's voice was not loud.
He seemed very accustomed to Snape's near-whispering voice. Yet within the Chamber of Secrets, even whispers became loud after reflecting off the surrounding walls, sounding exceptionally clear.
This made the Slytherin Head of House feel even worse.
Especially considering that even during his years as a demon, he had never drawn Heaven's Condemnation. Now, after merely taking a business-funded trip to another world, he was about to take a solid beating. There was truly nothing to be happy about.
Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes at the exceptionally "rude" Snape before him, struggling to restrain his anger. It had vaguely realized that this Snape was no longer the lackey it remembered.
"—The paradox of a divided soul, a creation that twisted nature, the desecration of the founders' legacy, and the karma of slaughter."
Phoenix Fawkes landed on Dumbledore's shoulder. Its gaze lingered briefly on the shattered Ravenclaw Diadem before settling upon the head of Slytherin's enormous statue at the far end of the chamber. Looking at its wide-open mouth, as though it were shouting, he sighed softly. "I imagine that when Slytherin built this chamber, he never thought it would become the tomb of his last blood descendant."
Hagrid tugged at his thick beard.
"Running Gorgon."
He muttered like a true native and sighed as well, though his sigh was so loud that, amplified by the chamber, it sounded like a roll of dull thunder. "—I thought this world's laws weren't so strict. Heavenly tribulation? How many years has it been since anyone heard of such a thing?"
Reinhardt's gaze flickered slightly.
After hearing so much, he had finally confirmed that these wizards before him—including Dumbledore, Snape, and Hagrid—were most likely no longer from the world of Harry Potter.
A force capable of brazenly seizing