At the very sight of Ye Feng, Voldemort was furious. At the same time, half of his heart turned ice-cold. As much as he longed to tear Ye Feng apart with his bare teeth, eating his flesh and drinking his blood, he knew all too well just how devastating Ye Feng's disruptive capabilities truly were.
Putting everything else aside, even Voldemort had to admit that he fell far short of that fellow's bizarre and whimsical ideas. Had it not been for the fact that this guy repeatedly ruined his best-laid plans, Voldemort would actually have been quite willing to recruit him as a subordinate after his resurrection.
Unfortunately, that was no longer an option. Ye Feng had ruined too many of his plans, instilling in Voldemort a deep-seated dread—a dread second only to Dumbledore.
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