Attacks filled the sky, completely engulfing Voldemort and the two Death Eaters he had brought with him. Although this was far from the first time, Fleur and Krum still felt a shock at the sight.
The person at the center of it all—our friend Voldemort, once again buried beneath the relentless onslaught—felt his heart as tranquil as an ancient well, because he was slowly starting to get used to it.
Habit breeds composure, and Voldemort handled the situation with remarkable calm.
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