"There's only one person of interest to me, babe," he said staring affectionately at the other man. He really needed to learn to control his powers, because he unwantingly picked up a hint of a word from Mac's mind: Voldemort.
That filthy halfblood was here. Gellert didn't care he lacked a wand at the time. He could take the pesky brat down without a wand. If he wanted one, he could take someone's. There were any number of people who wouldn't see a wandless expelliarmus nor a disillusioned figure. But he knew the copycat was gone by now.