Two men suddenly emerged from the void, separated by a few meters in the narrow moonlit alley.

They stood motionless for a second, pointing their wands at each other's chests.

Then, recognizing each other, they tucked their wands under their cloaks and walked briskly in the same direction.

"Any news?" The taller man asked.

"It couldn't be better." Severus Snape (Professor) replied.

……

On the left side of the alley are low thorn bushes, and on the right are tall and neatly manicured hedges.

The two of them strode along, long cloaks lapping against their ankles.

"I thought I was late." The tall man said, the low branches hanging above his head from time to time obscuring the moonlight, and his dull features seemed to flicker and darken.

"I didn't expect it to be so tricky, but I hope he'll be satisfied. Listening to your tone, you seem to believe that you will be welcomed? ”

Professor Snape nodded, but did not elaborate.

……

They turned to the right and exited the alley into a wide road for cars.

The tall hedges also turned a corner, stretching into the distance. The magnificent wrought-iron gate blocked the way of the two.

None of them stopped, but silently raised their left arms as if they were saluting, and went straight through them, as if the black wrought iron were nothing but smoke.

There was a rustling sound somewhere on the right, and the two turned their heads to look: a white peacock was walking gracefully on the top of the hedge.

"This Lucius has always been so particular. Peacock ......" the tall man snorted, tucking his wand back under his cloak.

……

At the end of the straight driveway, a very decent mansion appeared in the darkness, and the diamond-shaped glass of the ground floor windows shone brightly. In the dark garden behind the hedges, there is a fountain spraying water somewhere.

The two men creaked and stepped on the gravel road towards the main entrance, and as soon as they came to the front, no one opened the door, but the door opened inwards of its own accord.

The foyer was large, dimly lit, and luxuriously furnished, with a rich carpet covering almost the entire stone floor.

As the two strode along, the pale portraits on the wall followed them.

The two men stopped in front of a heavy wooden door that led to another room, and after a moment's hesitation, Professor Snape turned the bronze handle.

……

The living room was filled with silent people, all sitting at a long, well-decorated table. The usual furniture in the room was pushed to the wall indiscriminately.

A roaring fire burns in an ornate marble fireplace, and above the fireplace is a gilded mirror.

"Yaxley, Snape......" a high-pitched, clear voice rang from the head of the table, "you're almost late." ”

The man who spoke sat directly in front of the fireplace, and at first Jaxley and Professor Snape could only vaguely discern his outline.

When they got closer, the man's face flashed out of the shadows: hairless, snake-like, with two elongated nostrils, and a pair of shining red eyes, the pupils were vertical. His complexion was pale, and he seemed to glow with a pearl.

……

"Severus, sit here." Voldemort pointed to the seat to his right with a silver prosthetic finger, "Yaxley - sit next to Dolokhov." ”

The two sat down in their designated positions. Most of the eyes at the table followed Professor Snape, and Voldemort spoke to him first, "How's it going?" ”

"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 they all stared at Professor Snape and Voldemort.

……

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

Professor Snape looked at Voldemort's face without moving, and a moment later, Voldemort's lipsless mouth twisted into a strange smile.

"Good, good. This information comes from—"

"From the provenance we talked about." Professor Snape said.

……

"Master."

Yaxley leaned over at Voldemort and Professor Snape on the other side of the table. Everyone turned their faces to him.

"Master, I've heard a different piece of information."

Jaxley waited, but Voldemort didn't speak, so he continued: "Delix, that Auror, according to him, will not be transferred until the 30th, that is, the night before he turns seventeen. ”

Professor Snape smiled, "The person who provided me with the information told me that they were planning to spread some false information, and that must be it. There is no doubt that Dlux has fallen under the Confusion Curse. This is not the first time, and he is notoriously unstable. ”

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

……

"If he falls under the Confusion Charm, he's sure of it." Professor Snape said, "I assure you, Yaxley, the Auror Office will no longer play any role in covering Harry Potter's operations. The Order of the Phoenix believes that our men have broken into the Ministry of Magic. ”

"So, the Order of the Phoenix has finally got one thing right, huh?" Said a stocky man sitting not far from Yaxley. He let out a few gasps of laughter, and several people at the long table followed suit.

Voldemort didn't smile, he turned his gaze to Professor Snape, "Severus, does Dumbledore still trust you?" ”

"Yes, master. Lin Xiaoan is just a mudblood, and his life or death will not have any effect-

Although, in order to appease Lin's Muggle parents (Professor Snape pouted disdainfully), I could no longer hold a position at Hogwarts, but it did not prevent me from working with the Order of the Phoenix. ”

……

"Severus, you shouldn't have spooked the snake so early." A passerby-level Death Eater wanted to show himself in front of Voldemort, and he was nitpicking, "That's called ...... Lin or something's student, obviously not as important as Harry Potter, if you're smart enough, kill first-"

"I'm going to deal with Harry Potter myself." Voldemort raised his hand, interrupting the stupid words of the Death Eaters from passers-by.

"There were too many mistakes in dealing with that boy. Some of them were my own mistakes. Potter has survived more than his successes because of my mistakes. ”

……

The people at the long table stared at Voldemort with trepidation, and judging by their expressions, it seemed as if everyone was worried that they would be blamed for Harry Potter that he was still alive.

However, Voldemort was less of a target of one of them, but more of a self-talker.

"I was careless, so I was thwarted by luck and chance, and only the most well-planned ones would not be ruined by these things - now I understand a lot.

I understood something I didn't understand before. It must be me who kills Harry Potter, and it must be me. ”