Voldemort studied him intently. With his dark magic and creepy face, he looked completely out of place in this neat hallway. The peach-coloured walls almost seemed to mock his sinister appearance. His presence here was totally absurd, but for some reason, Harry wanted to etch this moment into his mind, memorize every little detail — he wanted to destroy the painful world that was stored in the depths of his memory. He shouldn’t fear it.