That boy is nothing!

In the garden,

"Jack, I have told you before... I am not your fucking dog that comes running whenever you call. I have things to do—I am busy—"

The voice cut off abruptly from the orb.

"Well... he said it," Jack muttered with an awkward smile, glancing at the table members. They sat in eerie silence, their faces concealed beneath the deep hoods of their robes.

Jack's gaze swept over them. Each hooded figure varied in size, making their presence feel even more mysterious.

This was the first time he was seeing them all together in person rather than through a hologram.

The first figure to the left of Master Snape spoke in an irritated tone, "See? That bastard! I told you—we should just force him to—"

"Enough," Master Snape's voice cut through the tension like a blade, his tone firm yet calm. "Do not bring your personal hatred to this table."