Harsh Vardhana, the master of the tribe of mystics was worried. You see, the mystics were wizards. No, no, not the parlor tricks wizards but real wand wielding wizards who can do impossible things with a bunch of words and a stick.
Today, Harsh Vardhana was worried because they had encountered a foe so strong that they could not kill him. It had been centuries since they had come across such an abomination of magic.
The being who had called himself Voldemort reeked of the vilest form of soul magic, bore the gifts of serpents and came of the magical land of Avalon.
The mystics were assassins whose work was to kill wizards who used magic for nefarious purposes and this Voldemort was one of them.
Having duelled him for 2 hours, Harshvardhana had been able to subdue and capture him. During the subsequent interrogation under Veritaserum, he confessed having made not just one of those abominations, but five!
Just one transgression against nature was enough to offend mother magic and that base being had made five!
A visit from the seer Varahmihir showed that he would not meet his fate by the hand of any mystic, but his destiny was intertwined with another, who was yet to be born.
With no facility to hold him, unable to kill him and knowing full-well the perils of tampering with destiny, the mystics obliviated Voldemort and released him to wander in the wilderness of the Sahara Desert.
They heard of him no more, until he turned up, years later, mutilated and vicious, offending mother magic, murdering wizards, witches and muggles. Some because they opposed his will, others just to amuse himself.
The Mystics decided to send a message to one of the most powerful modern wizards, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. They hoped it will not be too late before Albus Dumbedore was able to stop him for the time being and found a way to bring him down.