"Harry, come and look at what I've caught! A wild Voldemort! Its nutritional value is ten times that of beef, and as long as you twist off its head..."
In the dim woods, Ye Feng's excited voice made everyone, including Hagrid who had just arrived, break out in a cold sweat. Partly because of that name, partly because of what the words implied—after all, this was Voldemort!
Of course, the one feeling even colder than them was Voldemort himself, trapped inside the net pouch.
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