The two looked between each other before Devon looked towards him. Eyes met and Voldemort attempted to read his surface thoughts. Instead he was met with a very similar shield. One that he encountered only recently. This blared alarm bells in his head and he was itching to release his wand. "My Lord, our order is extremely secretive. It is only now that we come out of the shadows. For there is one reason we have done so. You have fought her. You know what she is capable of."