Outside the Riddle House, Bertha Jorkins carefully cradled a slightly withered infant. Her figure was surrounded by a group of Death Estates clad in pitch-black wizard robes with their faces concealed behind masks, resembling a band of messengers emerging from the shadows. Right before these Death Eaters, space seemed to be violently torn apart by an invisible hand. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the fragile life in Jorkins's arms let out a laugh that was both blood-curdling and unnaturally hollow, sounding like a bizarre echo drifting from the netherworld.
"They're here..."
The Death Eaters' attention was instantly drawn to Harry, whom Barty Jr. was gripping tightly in his grasp. Harry remained unconscious and entirely unresponsive. Barty Jr.'s gaze was locked onto the peculiar infant in Jorkins's arms almost immediately, his eyes flashing with irrepressible excitement. Without a second thought, he whirled around and pointed his Wand straight at the person behind him.
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