Red Joker pointed his wand lightly at Voldemort, and an unfathomably mysterious ripple of magic spread from him. The next moment, Voldemort's body began to tremble, his formerly tall, slender frame actually starting to shrink.
As it shrank, the cracks across its surface gradually healed. Black buds of flesh kept sprouting inside the hole in his chest, slowly closing it. Even the shoulder, of which less than half remained, sprouted flesh as though it were about to regenerate.
"Even though I knew this would happen, I still have to say, this is a little too much to watch," Gageon said, looking uncomfortable as he watched the bizarre scene before him.
Beside him, an Asian woman with an impassive face said calmly, "Then you can go out for a walk. There is still a while before the ritual officially begins, and much longer before it ends. You could actually find somewhere to sleep for the next hour."
"Oh, Your Majesty, that's not very nice..." Gageon looked at the Asian Woman beside him, somewhat speechless. But she said nothing and did not even spare him another glance.
Black Joker, however, turned to Gageon with a smile. "Gla, why don't you take this woman to Britney? I'd rather Britney were here when the ritual starts. What do you think?"
Gageon raised his eyebrows, then looked at Red Joker.
"That works too. But can you control Ulysses's Dragon-Binding Cord?" Red Joker asked.
"Yes, no problem. Then I'll be back in fifteen minutes. That should be about right?" Gageon nodded, stepped forward, and pointed his wand at Bellatrix, who was bound by golden chains, her bloodshot eyes glaring, yet utterly unable to move.
A golden thread extended from the six chains and connected to his wand.
"Yes, preferably bring Britney back with you," Black Joker