Chapter 1,213

On a narrow, moonlit path, two men appeared out of thin air a few yards apart.

They stood motionless, pointing their wands at each other's chests; soon, they recognized each other, put their wands away under their robes, and walked quickly in the same direction.

"Is there any new news?" the taller of the two asked.

"Excellent news," Severus Snape replied gloomily.

The left side of the path was covered with dense low thorns, while the right side was tall and neatly trimmed hedges.

The two of them moved forward quickly, their robes flapping at their ankles.

"I thought I would be late," Yaxley said, the branches above occasionally blocking the moonlight and his clumsy figure appearing and disappearing. "It's a little more difficult than I thought, but I hope he will." Satisfied. You sound confident about your meeting?"

Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned into a wide driveway on the right and left the path. The tall hedge turned as they did, and an ornate iron gate in the distance blocked them, but neither of them stopped.

In silence, they raised their left hands as if in salute, and then walked straight through the iron door. The black metal seemed to be just a cloud of smoke. The sound of the yew hedges obscured the footsteps of the two men.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound to their right, and Yaxley drew his wand, raised it above his companion's head, and pointed it at the sound. But the sound was nothing more than that of a white peacock as it strutted across the top of the hedge.

"Lucius always makes himself too comfortable. Peacock..." Yaxley snorted loudly and thrust his wand back into his cloak. At the end of the road, a majestic mansion flashed out from the dark night, with little lights shining through the windows made of diamonds downstairs.

In the dark courtyard, a fountain sprayed water. Snape and Yaxley walked quickly toward the front door, gravel crunching beneath their feet. The door opened, although they didn't see anyone coming to open it.

The corridor was wide, dimly lit but luxuriously decorated, with gorgeous carpets covering the stone floors. As Snape and Yaxley strode through the corridors, the pale statues on the walls watched them intently.

They paused in front of the heavy wooden door that led to the next room, taking a breath before Snape turned the brass handle with his good arm.

The long ornate table in the lounge was full of people, and everyone was silent. The furniture in the room was piled haphazardly against the walls. A roaring flame in the marble fireplace was the only source of light in the room, and there was a gilded mirror above it.

Snape and Yaxley lingered at the door for a while. As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, a very strange scene attracted them: an unconscious man hanging upside down above the table, spinning slowly. , as if there was an invisible rope binding him, he was reflected in the mirror and the polished tabletop.

However, no one present looked at him, except for a pale young man, who was sitting almost directly below him, as if he couldn't help but glance at him every few minutes.

"Yaxley, Snape." A clear and high-pitched voice came from in front of the table, but if you listen carefully, it makes people feel shuddering. There is a unique snake hissing in the emphasis, "You are almost late. my friend."

The speaker sat directly in front of the fireplace, so the two newcomers could only vaguely make out his outline. The two took a few steps closer and finally saw his face that glowed in the dark. It was a hairless, snake-like face. His nostrils were a thin line, and the pupils in his scarlet eyes became A thin line.

He was so pale, as pale as the gleam of pearls.

However, it was very dazzling. A black line spread from the center of the eyebrow to the back of the head, as if an executioner had planned a route to split the man in half starting from the head.

"Severus, sit here," Voldemort said, pointing to the nearest seat to his right, "Yaxley, you sit next to Dolohov."

The two sat down at the designated seats. Most of the people at the table stared at Snape, and Voldemort also asked him first.

"How about it?"

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​preparing to move Harry Potter from his current residence to a safe place in the evening of next Saturday." This obviously aroused the interest of people present: some people were stunned, others were restless, everyone They all stared directly at Snape and Voldemort.

"Saturday...evening..." Voldemort repeated, his scarlet eyes staring so hard at Snape's black eyes that some onlookers looked away, obviously afraid that they would be subjected to such cruelty. Eyes burning. Snape stared back at Voldemort's face calmly. After a while, Voldemort's lipless mouth curved slightly, as if he was smiling.

"Okay, very good. And this news comes from...?"

"From the informant we discussed," Snape said.

"Master" Yaxley leaned forward and looked across the table at Voldemort and Snape, all faces now turned towards him.

"Master, I heard different news." Yaxley waited, but Voldemort said nothing, so he continued, "The Auror, revealed that Potter will not be transferred before the 0th day, That’s the day before that boy’s 17th birthday.”

Snape smiled. "My informant told me that they were preparing to release a false news. This must be the false news. Delis was undoubtedly cast under a confusion spell. He has always lacked resistance to this. This is not the first time."

"Master, I assure you, Delis looks very certain!" Yaxley said.

"If he is really under a Confusion Charm, he will be sure of it," Snape said. "Yaxley, I assure you, the Auror Office will no longer be involved in protecting Harry Potter. The Order is convinced we have infiltrated the Ministry."

"Then the Order is right about this, isn't it?" said a huddled man not far from Yaxley, his hoarse laughter echoing around the table.

Voldemort didn't laugh. He stared at the slowly rotating body above him, as if lost in thought.

"Master," Yaxley continued, "Dollis believes that a whole team of Aurors will be sent to remove the boy."

Voldemort raised his big pale hand, and Yaxley immediately fell silent, watching Voldemort turn to Snape angrily.

"Where are they going to hide the boy next?"

"Hidden in the home of an Order member," Snape said. "According to sources, the Order and the Ministry of Magic have done everything possible to protect the place. I think once he is sent there, it will be difficult for us to get him back." Got him. Master, unless... unless, of course, the Ministry of Magic collapses before next Saturday, then we might have a chance of discovering and breaking enough magic to take care of the rest."

"So, Yaxley," Voldemort said to the bottom of the table, the fire in his eyes flickering strangely, "will the Ministry of Magic collapse before next Saturday?" (To be continued)