Voldemort arranged the booklets in a row by year.
Pink covers, against the dark red tabletop.
Deeply unsettling.
"From today onward, these seven booklets are required reading for all of you."
There was a hiss in Voldemort's voice.
"Start with the first-year booklet. After finishing each one, write a book report of no fewer than three feet and submit it to Lucius for review."
Lucius looked down at his feet, looking very much like a shy class monitor.
He had already looked through these booklets.
He had read them all the night Snape brought them.
He knew how much weight they carried.
Ten times more complicated than those Muggle physics textbooks.
Because they involved both magical theory and Muggle science, two systems of knowledge intertwined, every page required two different ways of thinking to understand.
Yet from a wizard's perspective, the material was very approachable.
It was like using Muggle knowledge to supplement wizarding knowledge.
But at the same time, that Muggle knowledge would quietly slip into a wizard's system of knowledge.
"Those of you with children-"
Voldemort's gaze swept past Lucius's face and settled on Old Nott.
"Make sure your children read them too."
"Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. They should already have received these booklets at Hogwarts.
Make sure they read them more carefully than anyone else and master Holmes's approach."
Old Nott did not know whether to feel excited or afraid.
The Dark Lord actually knew about his child.
In the end, he lowered his head.
"Yes, Master."
Voldemort nodded and leaned back in his chair, his hands folded over his abdomen.
"Douglas Holmes was right about one thing-"
He looked around.
Several Death Eaters held their breath at once.
They had never heard the Dark Lord quote an enemy.
As far as they were concerned, the