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

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

"Any news on this?" asked the tallest of the two.

"Great news," Severus Snape replied gloomily.

The left side of the path is covered with dense low thorns, while on the right side is a tall, neatly manicured hedge.

The two of them sped forward, their robes tapping their ankles.

"I thought I was going to be late," said Yaxley, the branches above him obscuring the moonlight from time to time, and his clumsy figure disappearing, "a little harder than I thought, but I hope he will be satisfied." Sounds like you're confident about your meeting?"

Snape nodded, but didn't elaborate. They turned into a wide lane on the right and left the path. The tall hedge turned with them, and in the distance an ornate iron gate stood in front of them, but neither of them stopped.

In the silence, they raised their left hands as if they were saluting, and then went straight through the iron door, the black metal as if it were just a cloud of smoke. The sound of yew hedges obscured the footsteps of the two men.

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 where the sound had come from. But the sound was nothing more than that of a white peacock strutting at the top of a hedge.

"Lucius has always made himself too comfortable. Peacock ......" Yaxley let out a heavy snort and thrust his wand back into his cloak. At the end of the road, a palatial mansion flashes out of the darkness of the night, and the diamond-made windows downstairs are lit up.

In the dark courtyard, there is a fountain spraying water. Snape and Yaxley made their way to the front door, rubble crackling beneath their feet. The door opened, even though they didn't see anyone coming to open it.

The corridors are wide, dimly lit but lavishly decorated, with ornate carpets on the stone floors. As Snape and Yaxley strode down the hallway, the pale statues on the walls stared at them intently.

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

The long tables in the lounge were full of people, all silent. The furniture in the room was haphazardly piled up against the wall. The only source of light in the room is the roaring flame in the marble fireplace, and there is a gilded mirror above the fireplace.

Snape and Jaxley lingered in the doorway for a moment, and as their eyes adjusted to the faint light, a very strange scene beckoned them: an unconscious man hung upside down above the table, slowly spinning, as if an invisible rope were binding him, and he was reflected in the mirror and the polished tabletop.

However, no one present looked at him, except for a pale-faced young man who sat almost directly below him, as if he could not resist glancing at him every few minutes.

"Yaxley, Snape" came a clear, high-pitched voice from the table, but listening carefully to it, it shuddered, with a distinctive snake hiss in the emphasis, "You're going to be late, my friend. ”

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 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 a glimmer of light from a pearl.

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

"Severus, sit here," Voldemort said, gesturing to the nearest seat to his right, "Yaxley, you sit next to Dolokhov. ”

The two of them sat down in their assigned seats, most of the people at the table staring at Snape, and Voldemort asking him first.

"How?"

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix is preparing to move Harry Potter from its current residence to a safe place next Saturday evening. This clearly piqued the interest of those present: some were stunned, others fidgeted, and all stared at Snape and Voldemort.

"Saturday...... Evening ......" Voldemort repeated, his scarlet eyes fixed on Snape's dark eyes so that some onlookers looked away, apparently afraid that they would be burned by the cruel gaze. Snape calmly looked back at Voldemort's face, and after a while, Voldemort's lipsless mouth bent slightly, as if he were smiling.

"Good, very good. And where did this news come from......?"

"From the informant we discussed. Snape said.

"Master" Jaxley leaned forward and looked at Voldemort and Snape on the other side of the table, everyone's faces now turned to him.

"Master, I heard a different message. Yaxley waited, but Voldemort said nothing, so he continued, "That Auror Lux, revealed that Potter would not be transferred until the 30th, the day before the boy's 17th birthday. ”

Snape smiled. "It's not the first time that my informant told me that they were going to put out a fake message, and that it must have been that fake news, and that Delix was undoubtedly under the spell of confusion, and that he always lacked resistance to it. ”

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

"If he's been bewitched by the Confusion Charm, he'll be pretty 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 right on that, isn't it?" said a man huddled not far from Yaxley, his hoarse laughter echoing around the table.

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

"Master," Jaxley continued, "Drix thinks that a whole team of Aurors will be sent to transfer the boy. ”

Voldemort raised his large, pale hand, and Jaxley immediately lost his voice, watching indignantly as Voldemort turned to Snape.

"Where are they going to hide that boy next?"

"Hiding in the home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix," said Snape, "and according to the informant, the Society and the Ministry of Magic have done everything they can to protect the place. I think once he's sent there, it's going to be very difficult for us to catch him again. Master, unless...... Unless, of course, the Ministry of Magic collapses by next Saturday, then we may have a chance to discover and crack enough magic that we can do with the rest of the magic. ”

"So, Yaxley," Voldemort said to the bottom of the table, the fire in his eyes flickering strangely, "will the Ministry of Magic collapse by next Saturday?"