LordVoldemort sat with his fingers interlocked, smiling with an elegant and mysterious air as he looked at the little snakes.
Every year, a number of little snakes were bewitched by that smile, shouting eagerly to become Death Eaters.
Yet the Death Eater trials nowadays were not so easily passed—especially for official, commissioned Death Eaters, who were harder to test into than Aurors.
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