Hearing that threat, Voldemort merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a scornful smile touching his lips as if the words were entirely unworthy of his attention.
Slowly raising his hand, he pointed at the mountains of gold coins piled high along the street, his tone as flat as if he were discussing the weather.
"Well, Headmaster, look—those coins must be enchanted with some kind of curse. Can you find a way to strip it off?"
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