Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

The Counter-Army

Rafaela Silva sat across from Liam O'Brien in a small underground meeting room in Fortaleza, Brazil. The room was dimly lit, with a single candle flickering on the table between them.

"Thank you for coming all this way, Liam," Rafaela said, her voice low and serious.

"Of course, Rafaela. We need to work together if we're going to stop Voldemort and his Death Eaters," Liam replied, his eyes darting around the room.

"I agree. That's why I wanted to show you this place," Rafaela said, standing up and gesturing to the room. "It's been my secret training ground for years."

Liam looked around the room in surprise. There were several targets set up along one wall, and shelves filled with various magical items and potions lined another. "Impressive," he said.

"I thought it might be useful for us to train together," Rafaela said, walking over to the shelves and pulling out a vial of purple liquid. "This is a potion I've been working on. It can enhance our magical abilities for a short time."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Sounds risky."

"It is," Rafaela admitted. "But desperate times call for desperate measures. We need every advantage we can get if we're going to win this war."

Liam nodded, his expression serious. "I'm willing to try anything."

"Good," Rafaela said, pouring a small amount of the potion into two glasses. "Let's start by working on our defensive spells. The Death Eaters are known for their use of the Killing Curse, so we need to be prepared to defend ourselves."

They spent the next several hours practicing various defensive spells and honing their skills. Rafaela was impressed by Liam's dedication and skill, and she could tell that he was equally impressed by her own abilities.

As they finished up their training, Rafaela poured them both glasses of water to wash down the lingering taste of the potion. "So, Liam, what's your plan for New Zealand?"

Liam took a deep breath. "We've been gathering intelligence on the Death Eaters' movements and trying to pinpoint their hideouts. We're also working on building alliances with other countries to form a united front against Voldemort."

Rafaela nodded. "That's a good start. But we need to be more proactive. We can't just wait for them to come to us."

"I agree," Liam said. "But we're spread thin as it is. We don't have the resources to launch a full-scale offensive."

Rafaela thought for a moment, then spoke up. "What if we focus on disrupting their supply lines? If we can cut off their access to weapons and potions, it'll weaken their ability to wage war."

Liam considered her suggestion. "It's risky, but it might work. We'll need to coordinate with other countries to make it effective."

Rafaela smiled. "That's where I come in. I have connections all over South America. I can help us coordinate with Brazil, Argentina, Chile, and the other countries in the region."

Liam looked at her with gratitude. "That would be a huge help, Rafaela. Thank you."

Rafaela nodded. "We're in this together, Liam. We'll do whatever it takes to stop Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

BACK TO ENGLAND...

Voldemort sat at the head of a long, dark table in a dimly lit room, surrounded by his most trusted Death Eaters. They had gathered to discuss their next move against the ministries of Brazil and New Zealand, which had proven to be more difficult to take over than they had anticipated.

"Alright, let's get started," Voldemort said, his cold, high-pitched voice slicing through the silence. "Our attempts to take over the ministries in Brazil and New Zealand have been unsuccessful so far. We need to come up with a new plan."

Several of the Death Eaters shifted in their seats, eager to prove their worth to their Dark Lord. Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, spoke up first.

"Perhaps we should focus on weakening their defenses before launching another attack," she suggested, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement.

Voldemort considered her words for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yes, that could work. We need to find a way to infiltrate their defenses and take them down from the inside."

The Death Eaters murmured in agreement, all eager to prove themselves to their master. Lucius Malfoy, a tall, blonde man with piercing blue eyes, spoke up next.

"Perhaps we could try to divide and conquer," he suggested. "If we can turn some of their own against them, it will make it much easier to take over."

Voldemort considered this for a moment before nodding. "Yes, that could work as well. We need to find a way to sow dissent and mistrust among their ranks."

As they discussed their options, Voldemort's mind whirled with possibilities. He knew that they needed to be careful and strategic in their actions if they were going to succeed. The ministries of Brazil and New Zealand were proving to be tough opponents, but he was confident that they could be brought to their knees with the right tactics.

"Alright, that's enough for now," Voldemort said, rising from his seat. "I want all of you to start working on a plan to weaken their defenses and turn their own against them. We will meet again soon to discuss our progress."

With that, the Death Eaters began to file out of the room, each one eager to prove their worth and serve their Dark Lord. Voldemort watched them go with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that their next move would be a devastating one. The ministries of Brazil and New Zealand were in for a rude awakening.