The sound of the yew hedge blurred the footsteps of the two men, and suddenly, there was a rustling sound to their right, and Yaxley drew his wand and raised it above his companion's head, aiming it at the place where the sound had come from, but he quickly lowered his wand, and the sound was nothing more than that of a white peacock strutting at the top of the hedge.

"Hmph, peacock! Lucius has always made himself too comfortable!" said Jaxley disdainfully.

He let out a heavy snort and thrust his wand back into his cloak.

Snape didn't say anything, he had been here many times and certainly knew what the manor was like.

At the end of the road, a palatial mansion flashes out of the dark night, and the windows downstairs are made of diamonds.

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

Snape and Yaxley made their way to the front door, rubble crackling beneath their feet.

As soon as they got closer, the door opened, even though no one from behind came to open it.

The hallway facing the foyer was wide, dimly lit but lavishly decorated, and the stone floor was covered with an ornate carpet of gold threads. The walls and pillars on both sides are inlaid with broken gems, and the light shines faintly.

As Snape and Yaxley strode down the hallway, the pale statues on the walls stared at them intently.

The two paused in front of the heavy wooden door that led to the next house, calming their breath, and then Snape turned the brass handle.

The long tables in the lounge were full of people, all silent.

The furniture in the room was piled haphazardly on the walls, the only source of light in the marble fireplace, which was not enough to illuminate the whole room, and above the fireplace was a gilded mirror.

Snape and Yaxley lingered in the doorway for a moment, and as their eyes adjusted to the faint light, a very strange sight attracted them: an unconscious man hung upside down above the table, spinning slowly, as if an invisible rope were helping him, and he was reflected in the mirror and the polished table. However, no one in the room looked at him, except for a young man with a pale face, who sat almost directly below him, as if he couldn't help but sneak up his head every few minutes to glance at him.

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

The man who spoke sat directly in front of the fireplace, so that the two who had just arrived could only faintly distinguish his silhouette at a glance.

The two of them took a few steps closer, and finally got a good eye out his face, which glowed in the darkness.

It was a hairless, snake-like face, so pale, as pale as a pearl.

His nostrils are a thin line, and the pupil in his scarlet eyes is also a thin line.

I couldn't be sure if it was an illusion or the flickering firelight in the fireplace behind me, and the scarlet eyes seemed to glow red as well.

Yes, abnormal red light!

Snape felt that it was too appropriate to describe the Dark Lord's recent state as abnormal, and he was becoming less and less like a human wizard.

Voldemort is more of a monster, and although he was a monster before, these are two completely different concepts.

One is a dark wizard who has gone through countless messy dark magic experiments but is still human at heart, and the other is ...... Snape wasn't quite sure what words to use to describe Voldemort's current state, perhaps as Evan Mason had said, Voldemort was merging with the gods, and he was becoming a god himself.

The Evil God, a terrifying magical monster that lives in the shadows of the Void.

What kind of scene is it under Voldemort's wide black robes that envelop his whole body?!

Snape was certain that at one point he had looked down his cuffs and seemed to see some strange organ that was inhuman......

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

"Severus, sit here!" Voldemort gestured to the seat to his right, "Yaxley, sit next to Dolokhov." ”

The two sat down in their assigned seats, most of the eyes at the table following Snape, and Voldemort speaking to him first.

"How?"

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter out of his current safe residence next Saturday evening. ”

The people at the table were visibly interested: some straightened up, others seemed to be unable to sit still, and their eyes were fixed on Snape and Voldemort.

"Saturday...... Evening. Voldemort repeated, his terrible red eyes staring at Snape's dark eyes so sharp that several of the people next to him hurriedly looked away, as if fearing that the murderous gaze would burn them.

Snape looked at Voldemort's face silently, and a moment later, Voldemort's lipsless mouth twisted into a strange smile.

"Good, good, this information is from ......"

"From the provenance we talked about. Snape said with a blank face.

"The hosts. ”

Jaxley leaned over at Voldemort and Snape at the table, and their faces turned to him.

"Master, I heard different information. Yaxley waited, but Voldemort didn't speak, so he continued, "Delix, that Auror, according to him, didn't transfer until the 30th, the night before he turned 17." ”

Snape smiled slightly, as if Yaxley would have said that.

"The person who provided me with the information told me that they were planning to spread some false information, and that was definitely it. There is no doubt that Delix has been caught in the Confusion Curse, this is not the first time, he is notoriously unstable, and the people of the Order of the Phoenix know that they deliberately let him leak the news. ”

"I assure you, master, Dlux looks very sure. Yaxley said hurriedly.

"If he falls under the Confusion Charm, he is naturally very sure. "I assure you, Yaxley, that the Auror Office will no longer play any role in covering Harry Potter's operations, and that the Order of the Phoenix believes that our men have broken into the Ministry of Magic, and they don't trust the Ministry of Magic at all, and they don't work with Rufus Scrimgeur." ”

"But ......"

"My intel tells me that Scrimgeour was originally planning to work with Harry Potter and Evan Mason, but they fell apart. Snape said slowly, turning to Voldemort, "This is what happened at Dumbledore's funeral, and since then, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic have not been in contact again, my master!"

Voldemort didn't answer, he turned his gaze to the slowly rotating human body above his head, as if lost in thought.