Chapter 574: This Snake Is Nice, I’ll Take It!
The sudden mist obscured Voldemort and the Death Eaters' view, making them lose their target.
Faced with the dense fog that blanketed almost the entire mountain, Voldemort hesitated momentarily. He couldn't pinpoint Kyle's location, and casting a random spell risked injuring his own followers.
Not that he cared about their welfare, of course, but having just been resurrected, he had countless plans to set in motion. He needed them, at least for now, to handle the tasks he deemed beneath him. Letting them die here would be wasteful, especially given their incompetence over the past decade—crimes worthy of execution several times over in his eyes.
Raising his wand, Voldemort attempted to dispel the fog, but the effect was minimal.
The howling wind did thin the mist slightly, but clearing it entirely would take time. Meanwhile, Voldemort knew he had to act quickly to prevent his prey from escaping.
"Nagini!" he commanded coldly.
A massive snake, at least twelve feet long, slithered to his side, its movements swift and unimpeded by the dense mist.
"You can smell him," Voldemort hissed, his scarlet eyes gleaming. "Find the boy. Don't let him escape!"
The serpent immediately writhed off into the fog, moving with a fluid grace that defied the haze.
Voldemort returned his focus to his spellwork. The wind atop the mountain intensified, bending tree branches and forcing the Death Eaters to cling to whatever they could to keep from being swept away. Gradually, the fog began to disperse.
As the mist cleared, Voldemort's gaze snapped toward where Nagini had gone. What he saw enraged him.