Chapter 619 Nagini, Disguised as Bagshot, Successfully Infiltrates the Death Eaters' Upper Echelons (1/2)

Chapter 619 Nagini disguised as Bagshot successfully infiltrates the Death Eaters' high-level

"The last enemy to be eliminated is death." Harry frowned and muttered this sentence, "Why do I feel that it is the same as the purpose of the Death Eaters."

"You may have misunderstood." 'Gandalf' patted his shoulder, "This sentence has two different interpretations, one is to fear death, and the other is to accept death calmly.

Death Eaters are the former, and your parents should be the latter."

"Let's go, buddy." Ron comforted, "It's time to go to the next stop. Finding the sword of Gryffindor can avenge them, right?"

"Wait a minute." 'Gandalf' suddenly said, "Someone is watching us."

"Who is it?" Harry immediately became alert and put one hand in his pocket to draw out the wand.

"It seems that there is only one person." Hermione looked in the direction of the church in surprise, "It's an old lady. She waved at us, as if she wanted us to follow her."

"Could it be Bathilda Bagshot?" Ron guessed, "If Dumbledore asked her to give the sword to us, then she must have known that we would come here."

"It's possible, let's go and see." Harry made a decision and turned to walk out of the cemetery.

The old lady was hunched and bloated. She staggered in the snow and walked very slowly.

Harry and Ron followed her closely, but tacitly kept a distance of several meters. Behind them, Gandalf followed Hermione carefully.

"What's wrong, sir?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Something is wrong, very wrong." Gandalf murmured and explained, "If Dumbledore really assigned her a task, she only needs to wait at home, there is no need to come out in the middle of the night, not to mention that it is snowing outside."

"You mean, she has a problem?"

"Don't tell them yet."

"Why?"

"First, this is just my guess, and second, it is easy to alert the enemy.

First, let's go and see what they are up to, and then make plans."

"But will it be dangerous?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Harry will not die. Voldemort will kill him to fulfill the prophecy. You are safe. I will do my best to protect you, but it is hard to say about Weasley. Be more careful!"

"You are Bathilda, right?" Harry asked tentatively.

The old lady nodded slightly, then waved her hand and asked them to follow her.

A few minutes later, Bathilda led them into the path, through a deserted garden, and then turned into a gate.

She took the key and trembled as she opened the door inside, inviting them in.

Gandalf passed by the door, his nose twitched slightly, and his eyes looked a little more suspicious.

He noticed the smell of Bathilda, a mixture of old mold and spoiled food, which was very unpleasant, especially mixed with a hint of the stench of death.

In addition, her eyes were dull, and under her wrinkled skin were intermittent blood vessels and age spots, but behind her hair were hard-to-detect corpse spots.

"Interesting, really interesting!" Gandalf showed a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth, and held Hermione's right hand tightly with his left hand, "Don't run around, okay?"

Hermione nodded in a daze. She read a hint of solemnity in Gandalf's eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Bathilda took off her hood, revealing her sparse white hair.

She took small, staggering steps, came to a candle, and took out a matchbox with trembling hands.

"Let me do it!"

Harry walked up to her and easily struck a match to light the candle.

By the light of the fire, he saw a photo on the table in the corner.

The photo showed a handsome blond young man, exactly the same as the one who stole Gregorovitch's wand in his dream.

Harry was a little excited. This time he really came.

He didn't know whether he could find the sword of Gryffindor, but at least he could get information about this person and then find the wand that Voldemort had been thinking about.

As long as he could get ahead of her, it would not be so easy for Voldemort to kill him.

"Ms. Bagshot, who is this man?" Harry asked, picking up the photo.

Bathilda had no intention of answering. She held the candle and ignored Gandalf, Hermione and Ron, and slowly walked towards the stairs to the second floor.

"Come with me, and the others stay here." Bagshot made a strange sound to Harry.

"Bathilda is calling you, Harry?"

"It should be. Dumbledore may want her to give the sword to me, but only to me."

"Harry." Hermione shook her head slightly and said worriedly, "I still think this is too risky."

"It's okay. You can tell from her look that I can subdue her."

"Sir." Hermione turned her head to look at 'Gandalf', hoping that he could persuade Harry.

"Be careful, keep a distance from her, and never take your eyes off her.

Also... delay a little longer."

"That's not necessary!" Ron was confused. "We don't have time to chat. We need to get the sword of Gryffindor as soon as possible and leave this place."

"Trust me." 'Gandalf' patted Harry on the shoulder. "Just shout when you need help, or make some noise."

Hearing this, Harry's stable heart immediately hung in the air.

Before he could ask clearly, Bathilda's urging voice came from the stairs, "Come up, Harry Potter."

Harry swallowed his saliva and nervously climbed the steep and narrow stairs.

He pulled out his wand and used the Luminescent Charm to illuminate, as if this could give him some sense of security.

Bathilda took Harry into the room on the second floor and turned around to close the door.

Gandalf took a deep breath, "Ron, go monitor Bathilda. If you find anything unusual about her, attack her immediately. Don't hold back."

"Ah?" Ron was confused, "Why?"

"That's a dead person.

I used to be a forensic doctor. I can't hide the smell of death on her."

"Uh... What is a forensic doctor?"

"You can think of it as a professional dissection of corpses." Gandalf said quickly, "No time to explain, hurry up."

Ron pursed his lips, pulled out his wand and ran up the stairs.

Although there were many doubts in his heart, Harry's safety was more important at the moment.

"Sir? What should we do?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Pack up your things, take away all the books, materials, and photos you can see, quickly." Gandalf threw the backpack behind him to Hermione, and then knocked the staff heavily.

A white magic circle was summoned by him, and the dazzling white light spread from the tip of the staff, instantly lighting up the entire dark first floor.

Hermione immediately opened her backpack, first stuffed the photo of the blond youth into it, then several books on the table, and some letters in the drawers were also turned out by her.

She felt very guilty, after all, what she was doing was no different from a robber, but when she saw the large patches of mottled blood on the wall, she immediately realized that she had done nothing wrong.

This was a trap, they were deep in it, and it would not be so easy to get out if they missed this time, so they had to take away all the valuable information before evacuating.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Soon there was a sound of fighting upstairs, and looking up from the first floor, there were irregular dents and cracks on the ceiling.

"Sir." Hermione looked at Gandalf anxiously, "I have installed everything that can be installed, and the two of them..."

"Wait a little longer." Gandalf said in a deep voice: "They will encounter this kind of thing again in the future. This one is not too dangerous now, but it can also allow them to accumulate some experience."

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, a large part of the second floor collapsed.

Harry and Ron fell from the hole. Fortunately, they were cushioned by a few quilts and a pile of clothes, so they were not injured.

"Harry, Ron." Hermione screamed, wanting to run over to help, but was blocked by a staff.

Hermione was about to ask when she saw a black thing jumping down from the second floor. If she had run faster, it would have landed on her head.

"It hurts so much." Harry and Ron hurriedly climbed up.

"'Gandalf', hurry up, the snake is here." Ron said incoherently, "Nagini, it's the Horcrux."

"I saw it." 'Gandalf' suppressed his excitement and looked at the python that was swallowing its tongue at Harry. As for the others, it didn't seem to care at all.

Another Horcrux, it's really a good thing to plant flowers, but it doesn't work!

Sure enough, following Harry is the fastest way to find the Horcrux.

Thinking of this, Aaron immediately suppressed Nagini with telekinesis.

"Snakes are good! I like snakes the most." 'Gandalf' walked up to Nagini with a smile, pinned her with his staff, and pinched her head with both hands.

Nagini roared angrily, opened her bloody mouth and showed her fangs to 'Gandalf', but she couldn't reach him at all.

"Congratulations to the host for finding the Horcrux Nagini, and reward 1,000 magic points."

Aaron couldn't help but smile at the pleasant voice in his mind.

Why not kill the snake now? Five hundred magic points are quite precious to him now, and if he misses this village, he may have to wait for the final battle to meet this store again.

However, he still had some concerns. After all, he told Harry and the others some time ago that he didn't have the ability to destroy the Horcrux. It would be easy to kill Nagini, but it was not easy to explain.

And according to Dumbledore's plan, Nagini, the Horcrux, would be the last one to be destroyed.

"Sir, let's get out of here." Harry panted, "Nagini's intention is to keep me here. I can feel Voldemort..."

"Ah!"

Harry's scar on his forehead felt a sharp burning sensation, and he screamed in pain.

"Hurry, he may have reached the door."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Gandalf cursed, and the power of speed suddenly burst out, turning into a shadow and catching Hermione, Harry and Ron.

Bang!

With a bang, the four disappeared into the void.

At the same time, the door was blasted open by a strong light, and Voldemort walked in quickly.

He didn't have time to stop the four people from escaping, a trace of anger flashed across his face, and the flames of anger also ignited in his scarlet eyes.

"It seems you failed." A man in black and purple robes and high etiquette walked into the house, "You let them escape."

"Just luck." Voldemort calmed down, "I walked ahead of them every step of the way, and running away is just a way to survive."

"You can explain it however you want, but I only promise to be loyal to the final winner, and you are not qualified yet."

"I admire your pride, Jack.

You will find that choosing me is the best decision you have made in your life."

"Wait and see."

Voldemort sneered. This rude remark did not make him angry, but made him appreciate it more.

Jack Moens, an elite who joined the Ministry of Magic just a month ago.

The last member of the pure-blooded Moens family, with amazing talent, even not inferior to Aaron Gaius.

More importantly, he has outstanding political talent and unique insights. Whether it is the world view, outlook on life or values, they all coincide with him.

After learning this, he specially convened a small-scale Death Eater meeting at Malfoy Manor, hoping to recruit him and entrust him with important tasks.

Although less than half of the people came, this was enough to give him face. After all, it was just to welcome newcomers, and it was the first time that a Death Eater meeting could be held for a newcomer alone.

However, Yake refused without hesitation. He directly stated his attitude. Serving the Ministry of Magic is to contribute to wizards, while serving the Death Eaters is to serve Voldemort. The former is not dangerous and just needs to do their job well, while the latter has to face enemies lurking in the dark.

This angered the dozen or so Death Eaters who attended the meeting. After all, this sounded like a wrong interpretation that they did not support the Dark Lord.

They drew their wands one after another and attacked Yake with Voldemort's tacit consent.

However, in less than ten minutes, more than a dozen Death Eaters were defeated by him.

Yake was very sensible and showed mercy. He did not kill anyone, but just chuckled and left Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort did not stop him, and even became excited.

He wanted to become a god, so he needed to find a spokesperson for himself to maintain the stability of the magic world.

Originally, this position was prepared for Aaron Gaius, but he refused his kindness, but the appearance of Yake Moens made him see another possibility.

Therefore, he was determined to get this talent.

The next day, he personally came to the door, took Yake to a forest, and defeated him with his powerful strength, but he still refused to be loyal, and Voldemort was not annoyed, because he had never lacked patience for outstanding talents.

After a lot of emotional appeal, reasoning, temptation, and threat, he reluctantly agreed to stay with him.

As long as he can become the final winner, Yake will officially become his loyal servant, but before that they are a simple employment relationship. He can help the Death Eaters, but the premise is that there is an order from the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort naturally met his insignificant request. After all, Sinis was just a puppet. After the situation stabilized, the position of Minister of Magic should be left to talented people.

In order to show his importance, he also asked his Death Eaters to respect him. It was a bit exaggerated to say that he was second to none, but he was also at the core level, and his status was not lower than Bella and Crouch.