Chapter 1603 Monsters and Information

The sound of the yew hedge obscured the footsteps of the two men, and suddenly there was a rustling sound to their right. Yaxley drew his wand, held it over his companion's head, and aimed it at the sound, but he was very Quickly lowering his wand, the sound was only that of a white peacock strutting over the top of the hedge.

"Hmph, peacock! Lucius always makes himself too comfortable!" Yaxley said dismissively.

With a heavy snort, he thrust his wand firmly back into his cloak.

Snape didn't say anything, he had been here many times, of course he knew the style of this manor.

At the end of the road, a majestic mansion flashed out of the dark night, and there were little lights in the windows made of diamonds downstairs.

In the dark courtyard, there is a beautiful fountain spraying water.

Snape and Yaxley walked quickly to the front door, gravel crackling under their feet.

As soon as they approached, the door opened, although no one came to open the door behind.

The corridor facing the foyer was wide, dimly lit but luxuriously decorated, and the stone floor was covered with gorgeous carpets, all of which were decorated with gold threads. The walls and pillars on both sides are inlaid with broken gemstones, and under the light, they emit a faint brilliance.

The pale statues on the walls stared at Snape and Yaxley as they strode across the corridor.

The two stopped before the heavy wooden door leading to the next room, and took a breath before Snape turned the brass handle.

The gorgeous long table in the lounge was full of people, all of whom were silent.

The furniture in the room was randomly piled up against the wall, and the blazing flame in the marble fireplace was the only light source in the room, which was not enough to illuminate the entire room. There was a gilded mirror above the fireplace.

Snape and Yaxley lingered at the door for a while, and as their eyes adjusted to the dim light, a very strange scene attracted them: an unconscious figure was hanging upside down over the table, spinning slowly , as if there was an invisible string helping him, he was reflected in the mirror and the polished table. However, everyone present did not look at him, except for a pale young man, who was sitting almost directly below him, as if he couldn't help secretly raising his head to glance at him every few minutes.

"Yaxley, Snape!" A grim voice came from the table, "You're going to be late!"

The speaker was seated directly in front of the fireplace, so that the two newcomers could only make out his outline at a glance.

The two walked a few steps closer, and finally saw his face glowing in the dark.

It was a hairless, serpentine face, so pale it was almost pearly.

His nostrils were a thin line, and the pupils of his scarlet eyes became a thin line.

Not sure whether it was an illusion or the flickering fire in the fireplace behind, the scarlet eyes seemed to glow red too.

Yes, abnormal red light!

Snape felt that using abnormal to describe the recent state of the Dark Lord was too appropriate. He was becoming less and less like a human wizard.

Voldemort is more like a monster. Although he was a monster before, these are two completely different concepts.

One is a dark wizard who has undergone countless messy dark arts experiments, but is still human at heart; the other is... Snape is not sure what word to use to describe Voldemort's current state, Perhaps, as that Ivan Mason said, Voldemort is merging with the evil god, and he himself is becoming an evil god.

Cthulhu, a terrifying magical monster parasitic in the shadows of the void.

What was the scene beneath Voldemort's voluminous black robes that covered his entire body? !

Snape was sure that once, along the cuff, he seemed to see some kind of inhuman strange organ...

Thinking of this, he hastily used Occlumency, and Voldemort's cold voice sounded at the same time.

"Severus, sit here!" Voldemort pointed to the seat immediately to his right. "Yaxley, sit next to Dolohov."

The two sat down at their designated places, most eyes at the table followed Snape, and Voldemort spoke to him first.

"How about it?"

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix intends to remove Harry Potter from his current safe house next Saturday evening."

The people around the table were visibly interested: some straightened up, some seemed unable to sit still, and all stared at Snape and Voldemort.

"Saturday...evening," repeated Voldemort, his hideous red eyes fixed on Snape's black ones so piercingly that those around him looked away quickly, as if worried that the murderous gaze would burn them. Own.

Snape watched Voldemort's face impassively, and a moment later Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into an odd smile.

"Okay, good, this information comes from..."

"From the source we talked about," said Snape deadpan.

"Owner."

Yaxley leaned forward to look across the long table at Voldemort and Snape, and everyone turned to him.

"Master, I heard different information." Yaxley waited, but Voldemort didn't speak, so he continued, "Dawlish, that's the Auror, according to him, it's going to be 30 No., the night before he turned 17."

Snape smiled, as if Yaxley would have said that a long time ago.

"My sources told me they were planning to spread some false information, and that must be it. There is no doubt that Dawlish was under the Confusion Charm, not for the first time, and he is notoriously unstable. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix knows that they deliberately let him leak the news."

"I assure you, my lord, Dawlish looks sure," said Yaxley hastily.

"He's sure of it if he's Confounding," said Snape. "I assure you, Yaxley, that the Auror Office will no longer play any role in covering Harry Potter, Phoenix." The Society believes that our people have broken into the Ministry of Magic, they don't believe in the Ministry at all, and they are not working with Rufus Scrimgeour."

"But......"

"My intelligence tells me that Scrimgeour originally planned to cooperate with Harry Potter and Ivan Mason, but their talks fell apart." Snape said slowly, turning to Voldemort, "This is in Dumbledore What happened at the funeral, and the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic have had no contact since then, my lord!"

Voldemort didn't answer, he turned his gaze to the slowly spinning figure above his head, seemingly lost in thought.