In the forest...
As he looked up from his seat on a throne of moss, the Dark Lord Voldemortist saw one of Headmaster Hendrik's ghostly minions floating above the forest. He quickly concealed himself before he could be found by the nosey specter who flew lower and lower as he examined the uncharacteristically quiet forest.
As soon as the ghost left, he tore down his cloaking spells and a smiled, an evil smile. "They are begining to panic but, my sources tell me the potion will still be brewed..." he quietly chuckled to himself.
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