"Boy, how do you know that name?"
Voldemort stared coldly at Devereux, a faint trace of wariness flickering in his deep crimson eyes. The questions piling up in his mind grew more numerous by the second: why had the young man before him suddenly become so dangerous? In the span of just a few seconds, that sense of threat had escalated to a level he could no longer ignore.
Devereux let out a soft breath, his gaze calm yet harboring an arrogant edge. He slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth curving upward in a mocking smile.
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