"Voldemort?!"
A dim wall sconce flickered in the deep room, casting mottled, shifting shadows that made the already gloomy environment feel even more arcane. The eyes of the plaster bust gleamed with an unnatural light in the dark, resembling two glowing gemstones that looked particularly jarring on this quiet night. Devereux stared at the bust in extreme tension, crying out in shock.
"Voldemort? Ha, it's been a long time since anyone called me that. I thought I was going to drown in this endless sea of knowledge."
Chapter 35