"My lord," One of the servant barged inside the room, the man's face is not visible under his full mask that covered his identity. He knelt in front of Voldemort whom currently stood in the middle of bloody pool of their recently dead traitors.

The servant toss a figure on the bloodbath, whilst he prompted. "The rest of the Muggles in this building had been taken cared for, but this one..." his eyes narrowed, frustration lingered behind the mask.

"No spells could get through it. It's immune to magic."

The spectators around the hall went silent after hearing what Barty Crouch Jr said.