Su Er widened his eyes, trying to make out the unfamiliar man's face beneath his Death Eater mask in the moonlight.
Unfortunately, after arriving, he bent straight down and picked up Su Er's wand. He never removed his mask or said a word.
"My wand, that's my wand..." Su Er muttered, feeling somewhat reluctant as he watched the man stroke his sycamore wand inch by inch.
"It really is a fine wand," the man said softly, gripping its handle and flicking his wrist. A brilliant orange-red light flashed and vanished.
"Good fellow. Unfortunately, you have your own master." As he spoke, the man raised his head.
Su Er met the man's gaze and froze for a moment.
He could see me?
No, neither Voldemort nor his followers could see me. How could this stranger who appeared out of nowhere see me?
Su Er quietly moved a step, but the man's head turned along with him.
"Can you see me?" Su Er frowned and spoke, but the man did not respond. The eyes beneath his mask were a clear blue, as though they could see through everything in the world.
After a long silence, a gust of wind suddenly blew past. A fallen leaf with half of it missing rose from the ground, spun a few times, then fell again.
"Having watched quite a show, it's time to send you back to your master." The man held Su Er's wand as he spoke. He did not seem to do anything, yet Su Er felt a pull from its tip. It was not strong, but he could not resist it.
Su Er felt as though he had been thrown into a washing machine spinning at high speed, tumbling wildly under the centrifugal force. His vision went black, and he lost all awareness.