Chapter 1174

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

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

"Any news?" Asked the tall man of the two.

"Great news," replied Severus Snape, gloomily.

On the left side of the path was covered with thick, low brambles, while on the right was a tall, neatly trimmed hedge.

The two were moving forward, their robes flapping their ankles.

"I thought I was going to be late," said Yaxley, his clumsy figure looming out from time to time by the branches above. "It's harder than I thought, but I hope he'll be satisfied. Sounds like you're confident about your meeting? "

Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned into a wide lane on the right and left the path. The high hedge turned with them, and a gorgeous iron door stood in front of them in the distance, but neither of them stopped.

In the silence, they raised their left hand as if in salute, and went straight through the iron gate, the black metal as if it were just a cloud of smoke. The noise of the yew hedge obscured the footsteps of the two men.

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

"Lucius always makes himself too comfortable. Peacock... " With a heavy snort, Yaxley thrust his wand back into his cloak. At the end of the road, a stately mansion flashed out of the dark night, and there was a little light in the diamond windows downstairs.

In the dark yard, there is a fountain spraying water. Snape and Yaxley sped to the front door, and the gravel crackled under their feet. The door opened, though they didn't see anyone coming.

The corridor was wide, dimly lit but lavishly decorated, and the stone floor was covered with gorgeous carpets. As Snape and Yaxley strode across the corridor, the pale faced statues on the walls were staring at them.

They stopped in front of the heavy wooden door leading to the next house, calming their breath, and Snape turned the brass handle with his intact arm.

There were people sitting at the gorgeous long tables in the lounge, all silent. The furniture in the room was randomly stacked against the wall. The fire in the marble fireplace is the only light source in the room. There is a gilded mirror above the fireplace.

Snape and Yaxley lingered at the door for a moment, and as their eyes adapted to the dim light, they were attracted by a very strange scene: an unconscious man was hanging upside down over the table, spinning slowly, as if he were tied by an invisible rope, reflected in the mirror and the polished table top.

However, all the people present did not look at him, except for a pale young man, who almost sat directly under him, as if he could not help looking at him every few minutes.

"Yaxley, Snape" table came a clear high voice, but listen carefully, but it makes people feel chilly, emphasis with a unique snake's hiss, "you are going to be late, my friend."

The speaker was sitting in front of the fireplace, so the two newcomers could only discern his outline at a glance. As they approached, they finally saw his face, which glowed in the dark. It was a hairless, snake like face. His nostrils were a thin line, and the pupils of his scarlet eyes became a thin line.

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

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

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

They sat down in their assigned seats, most of the people at the table were staring at Snape, and Voldemort asked him first.

"How about it?"

"Master, the order of the Phoenix is going to move Harry Potter from his present home to a safe place in the evening of next Saturday." This clearly intrigued the audience: some were stunned, others fidgety, and everyone was staring at Snape and Voldemort.

"Saturday In the evening... " Voldemort repeated, his scarlet eyes fixed so tightly on Snape's black eyes that some of the bystanders looked away, apparently afraid that they would be scorched by this cruel look. Snape calmly looked back at Voldemort's face. After a while, Voldemort's lip less mouth bent slightly, as if in a smile.

"Good, very good. So the news comes from

"From the informant we discussed." Said Snape."Master" Yaxley leaned forward and looked at Voldemort and Snape at the other end of the table. Everyone's faces now turned to him.

"Master, I have heard different news." Yaxley waited, but Voldemort didn't say anything, so he went on, "the aurodysus, revealed that Potter would not be transferred until the 30th, the day before the boy's 17th birthday."

Snape laughed. "My informant told me that they were going to put out a false message. This must be the false news. There is no doubt that Dulux has been put into confusion curse. He always lacks resistance to this. This is not the first time."

"I'm sure, master, you look sure!" Said Yaxley.

"If he's really under the spell of confusion, he'll be sure," snape said. "Yaxley, I assure you that the Auror office will no longer be involved in protecting Harry Potter, and the order of the Phoenix is sure we've infiltrated the Ministry."

"Then the order of the Phoenix is still right on this point, isn't it?" Said a crouching man not far from Yaxley, his hoarse laughter echoing around the table.

Voldemort did not laugh. He gazed at the slowly spinning body above, as if lost in thought.

"Master," Yaxley continued, "delix thinks there's a whole team of Aurors who will be sent to move the boy."

Voldemort raised his big, pale hand, and Yaxley was silent at once, and looked indignantly at Voldemort turning to Snape.

"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 the source, the club and the Ministry of magic did everything possible to protect the place. Once we get him there, it's hard for us to get him there. Master, unless Of course, unless the Ministry of magic breaks down by next Saturday, we may have a chance to discover and crack enough magic, and then we can solve the rest of the magic. "

"Well, Yaxley," said Voldemort to the bottom of the table, the fire shining strangely in his eyes. "Will the Ministry of magic collapse before next Saturday?"

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