The room that should have housed the Potions challenge had completely changed.
There was nothing in the empty room but a round archway, with a thin Water Screen suspended within it.
Through the Water Screen, they could see straight into the next room, where a hazy figure stood in the center of the hall.
The figure looked as though someone had added special effects to him. Thick black mist constantly drifted from his body, forming an enormous, unmistakably evil-looking serpent of smoke above his head.
All he needed now was a huge red caption above his head, glowing in rainbow colors: "I am Voldemort!"
In a game, special effects like those would have cost at least 648 yuan!
Headmaster! This patch of yours... the young wizards will go wild when they see it!
Sure enough, Harry and Ron both jumped, pointing at the Water Screen and trembling so badly they could barely speak!
Malfoy's eyes bulged in shock, and his pale blond eyebrows shot up so high they practically flew off his face.
There was no denying that the Dark Lord still inspired considerable dread among pure-bloods. When he actually appeared before Malfoy,
Malfoy wished he had never come here at all and was lying asleep in his dormitory instead.
Even his voice shook. "Zhang... the Dark... Dark L-Lord!"
Hermione covered her mouth, both surprised and confused. Unlike Malfoy, she thought of Voldemort as something more abstract. She only knew he was powerful, so her surprise actually outweighed her fear.
It was like how a certain bearded man would inspire far less dread in China than in America. If some goofy internet users spotted him, they would probably whip out their phones and post on their feeds:
"Holy shit, bin Laden! In the flesh!"
Calmly patting Malfoy on the shoulder,