In barely two breaths, a black figure reached them and took the form of a man wrapped entirely in a black cloak.
He visibly froze when he saw Voldemort, but at the sight of those scarlet eyes and that icy smile, his whole body shuddered. He dropped to his knees and called out in a trembling voice much like Peter's earlier, "M-Master..."
"Goyle? You were the first to arrive? A little unexpected." Voldemort looked down at the kneeling wizard and chuckled.
"I thought it would be Lucius or Karkaroff. I never expected you. Perhaps stupid people sometimes make clever choices?"
Harry had just heard three names he could consider familiar.
Goyle-the wizard who had just arrived was clearly the father or an uncle of Goyle, one of Draco's two lackeys. As for Lucius and Karkaroff, there was no need to think much about them.
Goyle knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to answer.
Voldemort paid him no further attention and turned to Harry instead.
Although Harry held his wand, he did not dare attack rashly again. That Sword Beam Charm had made him clearly recognize the gap between himself and Voldemort.
His opponent could easily deflect the Sword Beam Charm he took such pride in without even using a wand-or even magic.
Terrifying. Was this how frightening the Dark Lord was? At that moment, Harry understood a little why so many wizards throughout the Wizarding World of United Kingdom did not even dare speak his name.
Harry said nothing, so Voldemort began to speak.
"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Do you know that you are standing on my father's bones?" Voldemort's voice was very soft. "He was a Muggle, and a fool. Hmm, just like your own mother.
"Inferior beings, though they still had their uses. Your mother