The room falls silent as you step forward, your voice steady and clear. "Lord Voldemort is dead," you announce, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. "Long live the new Dark Lord: Mattheo Riddle."

Gasps and murmurs ripple through the gathered Death Eaters. Mattheo, who has been sitting at the back, looks up sharply. His expression is unreadable as his gaze meets yours.

Lorenzo, Draco, Snape, and Theo exchange glances, a mix of shock and intrigue flickering across their faces. The power vacuum left by Voldemort's demise creates a noticeable tension, and the declaration of a new Dark Lord sends waves of uncertainty through the ranks.

Mattheo slowly rises to his feet, the eyes of every Death Eater now fixed on him. His calm demeanor belies the storm of emotions likely raging inside him. He takes a moment to survey the room, the silence stretching as everyone awaits his response.

"Well then," he finally says, his voice strong and authoritative. "Let's not waste any time."