The rustling of the yew hedge obscured the sound of the two men's footsteps. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound to their right. Yaxley pulled out his wand, raised it over his companion's head, and aimed it at the source of the sound. But he quickly lowered his wand. The sound was nothing more than the sound of a white peacock strutting on top of the hedge.
"Hmph, peacock! Lucius always makes himself too comfortable! "Yaxley said disdainfully.
He let out a heavy snort and slammed his wand back into his cloak.
Snape didn't say anything. He had been here many times and naturally knew the style of the manor.
At the end of the road, a grand mansion flashed out of the darkness. Light shone through the diamond-lined windows downstairs.
In the pitch-black courtyard, there was a beautiful fountain spraying water.
Snape and Yaxley quickly walked to the front door, gravel crackling under their feet.
As soon as they got close, the door opened, even though there was no one behind it.
The hallway facing the foyer was very wide. The lights were dim, but the decorations were very luxurious. The stone floor was covered with a gorgeous carpet, and the patterns on it were all made of gold thread. The walls and pillars on both sides were inlaid with broken gemstones, which glowed faintly under the light.
As Snape and Yaxley strode through the hallway, the pale-faced statues on the walls stared at them.
The two men stopped in front of the heavy wooden door that led to the next room and calmed their breathing. Then, Snape turned the brass knob.
The long, gorgeous table in the lounge was full of people, all of them silent.
The furniture in the room was piled casually against the wall. The blazing fire in the marble fireplace was the only source of light in the room, but it wasn't enough to illuminate the entire room. Above the fireplace was a gilded mirror.
Snape and Yaxley stayed at the door for a while. When their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they were attracted by a very strange scene: an unconscious man was hanging upside down on a table, rotating slowly as if there was an invisible rope helping him. He was reflected in the mirror and the polished table. However, no one was looking at him, except for a pale-faced young man. This young man was sitting right below him, as if he couldn't help but steal a glance at him every few minutes.
"Yaxley, Snape!" A cold voice came from the table. "You're going to be late!"
The speaker was sitting right in front of the fireplace, so the two newcomers could only vaguely make out his silhouette.
The two of them took a few steps closer and finally saw his glowing face in the dark.
It was a hairless, snake-like face. It was too pale, so pale that it looked like a pearl.
His nostrils were thin lines, and so were the pupils in his scarlet eyes.
They weren't sure if it was an illusion or the flickering light in the fireplace behind him, but those scarlet eyes seemed to be glowing red.
Yes, an abnormal red light!
Snape felt that the word abnormal was perfect to describe The Dark Lord's recent state. He was becoming less and less like a human wizard.
Lord Voldemort was more like a monster. Although he was a monster before, these were two completely different concepts.
One was a Dark Wizard who had gone through countless black magic experiments, but was still human in nature. The other was … Snape wasn't sure what word to use to describe Lord Voldemort's current state. Perhaps it was like what Elwyn Mason said, Lord Voldemort was merging with an Evil God and was becoming an Evil God himself.
An Evil God, a terrifying magical monster that lived in the shadows of the Void.
What kind of scene was underneath Voldemort's black robe that covered his entire body?!
Snape was sure that there was one time when he seemed to have seen some kind of strange non-human organ along the cuff of his sleeve …
Thinking of this, he hurriedly used Brain Seal, and Lord Voldemort's cold voice sounded at the same time.
"Severus, sit here!" Lord Voldemort pointed to the seat on his right. "Yaxley, sit next to Dolohov."
The two of them sat in the designated seats. Most of the people at the table were looking at Snape, and Lord Voldemort was the first to speak to him.
"How is it?"
"Master, the Phoenix Society plans to move Harry Potter out of his current safe house next Saturday evening."
The people at the table were obviously interested. Some straightened their backs, and some seemed to be unable to sit still. They all stared at Snape and Lord Voldemort.
"Saturday … evening." Lord Voldemort repeated. His terrifying red eyes stared at Snape's black eyes. His gaze was so sharp that the people at the side quickly looked away, as if they were worried that the ferocious gaze would burn them.
Snape looked at Lord Voldemort's face without batting an eyelid. After a while, Lord Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a strange smile.
"Good, very good. This information comes from …"
"From the source we talked about before," Snape said expressionlessly.
"Master."
Yaxley leaned forward and looked at Lord Voldemort and Snape at the end of the table. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Master, I heard a different information." Yaxley waited for a moment, but Voldemort didn't say anything, so he continued, "Deris, that Auror. According to him, he won't be transferred until the 30th, which is the night before he turns 17."
Snape smiled, as if he knew Yaxley would say that.
"The person who gave me the information told me that they plan to spread some false information. This must be it. There is no doubt that Delos is under the Confusion Spell. This isn't the first time. He is known for his unstable position. The Phoenix Society knows that. They deliberately let him leak this information. "
"I assure you, Master. Delos looks very confident," Yaxley said hurriedly.
"If he is under the Confusion Spell, of course he is very confident." Snape said, "I assure you, Yaxley, the Auror office will no longer play any role in covering Harry Potter's operation. The Phoenix Society believes that our people have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic. They don't believe the Ministry of Magic at all, so they didn't cooperate with Rufus Scrimgeour."
"But …"
"My information tells me that Scrimgeour originally planned to cooperate with Harry Potter and Elwyn Mason, but their negotiations fell through." Snape said slowly and turned to Lord Voldemort. "This happened at Dumbledore's funeral. Since then, the Phoenix Society and the Ministry of Magic have no contact, my Master!"
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