Swirling vortex

Biden sat on his throne, the evening light streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow across the room. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in, causing his black robes to billow out behind him like dark wings.

As Mr. Einstein approached him, Biden's eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into an evil grin. "Tell me, my loyal servant," he said in a low, menacing voice. "What havoc have you wrought at Wiccan Academy?"

Mr. Einstein bowed deeply. "My lord," he said, "I have successfully placed Professor Blackwood under my spell. He stands motionless at this very moment, awaiting your command."

Biden's grin widened as he looked over at Professor Blackwood, who stood frozen in place with a vacant expression on his face.

Biden let out a loud, malicious cackle. "Excellent work, Mr. Einstein," he said, his eyes flickering from his servant to the frozen professor. "And what of Professor Trevor?"

Mr. Einstein hesitated before speaking. "I'm afraid he is in critical condition, my lord. The
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