Voldemort's sudden appearance clearly cut short the momentum the Order of the Phoenix had only just begun to build.
Harry, whom Sirius had held back behind him, narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Voldemort descend slowly through the air.
Voldemort now looked considerably different from when Harry had seen him in the Riddle graveyard. Although he wore a black robe of an exceptionally free-flowing style, unlike those of mainstream wizards, he was neatly dressed underneath, no longer going without anything beneath it as he had so uninhibitedly done before.
The one thing that remained unchanged was that he wore no shoes and went barefoot.
At Voldemort's arrival, the Death Eaters immediately looked like dogs greeting their master and gathered at his side.
"Master, we failed to get it." A rather short Dark Wizard approached Voldemort's side and spoke in a tone of flattery and fear.
"Wormtail." At the sound of that voice, Sirius's eyes immediately reddened. Beside him, Lupin's gaze also sharpened.
Harry turned his gaze toward the Dark Wizard who had spoken.
He was one of the few Death Eaters who, even after a battle, still kept his entire body tightly wrapped in his robe and hood.
The clothing had clearly been specially treated, and he was evidently particularly afraid of anyone seeing what he looked like. His build was somewhat different from the Wormtail Harry remembered, much thinner.
His voice and manner of speaking, however, were indeed similar to those in Harry's memory.
But Harry's impression of him was not that deep, so he had not reacted as quickly as Sirius and Lupin.
The Dark Wizard, Wormtail, shuddered instinctively when he heard Sirius's voice, but did not even dare turn his eyes toward Sirius and the others.
"I'm not surprised. This isn't the first time you've failed