"Oh, right. There's also Ravenclaw's Diadem."
As though something had suddenly occurred to him, Douglas added,
"That item should now have been personally 'returned' to Hogwarts by Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., whom you trust so completely."
"And... our Hufflepuff Holy Grail..."
Every name Douglas revealed was like a bolt of deadly lightning, striking Voldemort's soul one after another.
For the first time, he truly panicked.
It was a despair deeper and more absolute than what he had felt thirteen years ago, when his own spell had rebounded on him.
He even felt unable to move, his new, powerful body seemingly bound fast by invisible shackles at that moment.
These were all his fallback plans, the foundation of his immortality! Yet now, his opponent had laid them all out, one by one, as plainly as someone reciting a menu!
"So,"
Douglas put away the two wands that did not belong to him, slipping them into his robe pocket as casually as if he were clearing away cutlery.
"Don't bother thinking about using some other means to abandon this body you went to such lengths to obtain."
His words utterly extinguished the last flicker of hope that had just risen in Voldemort's heart-the hope of turning into a wraith and fleeing once more.
As he spoke, Douglas took something else out of his pocket.
A plain-looking, palm-sized cage woven from silver wire.
A mousetrap.
Before Voldemort could work out what it meant, Wormtail, behind him, let out a heart-rending scream as though he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world!
"Aah!"
Panic-stricken, he tried without thinking to turn his body into a gray blur, assuming the rat form that let him slip about freely and escape.
But just as he was about to transform, everyone's eyes-Douglas's, Voldemort's, and those of