HP Magic Biography

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

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

Any news? the taller of the two asked.

Great news, Severus Snape replied gloomily.

The left side of the path is covered with dense low brambles, while the right side is a tall and neatly trimmed hedge.

The two moved forward quickly, their robes slapping their ankles.

I thought I'd be late, Yaxley said, his clumsy figure appearing now and then as the branches above obscured the moonlight. It's more difficult than I thought, but I hope he will. Satisfied. It sounds like you are confident in your meeting?

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

In the silence, they raised their left hands as if saluting, and then went straight through the iron gate, the black metal seemed to be just a cloud of smoke. The sound of the yew hedges muffled the footsteps of the two men.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from their right, and Yaxley drew his wand, raised it over his companion's head, and pointed it at the source of the sound. But that sound was only that of a white peacock strutting over the top of the hedge.

Lucius always made himself too comfortable. The peacock... Yaxley let out a heavy snort, thrusting his wand back hard into his cloak. At the end of the road, a majestic mansion flashed out of the dark night, and there were little lights from the windows made of diamonds downstairs.

In the dark courtyard, there is a fountain spraying water. Snape and Yaxley walked quickly to the front door, gravel crackling under their feet. The door opened, though they didn't see anyone answer it.

The corridors were wide, dimly lit but richly decorated, with rich carpets on stone floors. The pale statues on the walls stared at Snape and Yaxley as they strode across the corridor.

They stopped before the heavy wooden door leading to the next room, took a breath, and Snape turned the brass knob with his good arm.

The gorgeous long table in the lounge was full of people, all of whom were silent. The furniture in the room was stacked haphazardly against the walls. The only light in the room was a roaring flame in a marble fireplace with a gilded mirror above it.

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 he was bound by an invisible rope, he was reflected in the mirror and the polished tabletop.

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 but look at him every few minutes.

Yaxley, Snape came a clear and high-pitched voice from the desk, but listening to it carefully, it made people feel shuddering,

Emphasized with a characteristic snake hiss, You're going to be late, my friends.

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, snake-like face. His nostrils were a thin line, and the pupils in his scarlet eyes had become a thin line.

He was so pale, so pale it was like the gleam of pearls.

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

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

The two took their assigned seats, most of the people at the table staring at Snape, who was the first to be questioned by Voldemort.

How about it?

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

Saturday...evening... repeated Voldemort, his scarlet eyes so fixed on Snape's black ones that some of the bystanders looked away, apparently fearing that they would be killed by this cruel The eyes are burning. Snape looked back at Voldemort's face calmly. After a while, Voldemort's lipless mouth curved slightly, as if smiling.

Okay, very good. So this message comes from...?

From the informant we've discussed, Snape said.

Master Yaxley leaned forward, looking across the table at Voldemort and Snape, all faces turned to him now.

My lord, I have heard different news. Yaxley waited, but Voldemort said nothing, so he went on, That Aurordius, who revealed that Potter will not be transferred until the thirtieth, It was the day before the boy's 17th birthday.

Snape laughed. My informant told me that they were going to release a fake news. It must be the fake news. Dawlish is undoubtedly under the confusion spell. He always has no resistance to it. This is not the first time.

My lord, I assure you, Dawlish looks pretty sure! said Yaxley.

If he was really Confounded, he would be sure, said Snape, Yaxley, I assure you that the Auror Office will no longer be involved in protecting Harry Potter. The Order is convinced we have infiltrated the Ministry.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​still right about that, isn't it? said a man curled up not far from Yaxley, his hoarse laughter echoing around the table.

Voldemort didn't smile. He stared at the slowly spinning body above, as if lost in thought.

My lord, Yaxley went on, Dawlish thinks 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 indignantly.

Where are they going to hide the boy next?

Hiding in the home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Snape said. According to sources, the Order and the Ministry of Magic have done everything possible to protect this place. I think that once he is sent there, it will be very difficult for us to return Got him. Master, unless... of course, unless the Ministry of Magic collapses by next Saturday, then we might have a chance of discovering and deciphering enough magic that we'll be able to deal with the rest by then.

So, Yaxley, said Voldemort, looking down the table, his eyes flickering strangely with the fire in his eyes, will the Ministry be down by next Saturday?

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