HP Magic Biography

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

　　 They stood motionless, pointing their wands to each other's chest; soon, they recognized each other, put their wands under their robe, and walked quickly in the same direction.

　　 "Any news?" the taller of the two asked.

　　 "Excellent news," Severus Snape answered gloomily.

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

　　 The two moved forward quickly, their robes slapping their ankles.

"I thought I was going to be late," Yaxley said. The branches above covered the moonlight from time to time, and his clumsy figure appeared from time to time. "It's more difficult than I thought, but I hope he will Satisfied. It sounds like you are confident about your meeting?"

　　 Snape nodded, but did not go into details. They turned into a wide lane on the right and left the path. The tall hedges turned around with them, and a gorgeous iron gate blocked them in the distance, but neither of them stopped.

　　 In the silence, they raised their left hand like a salute, then went straight through the iron gate, the black metal seemed to be just a cloud of smoke. The sound of the yew hedges blurred the footsteps of the two men.

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

　　 "Lucius always makes himself too comfortable. Peacock..." Yaxley let out a heavy snort and thrust his wand back into the cloak fiercely. At the end of the road, a majestic house flashed out of the dark night, and a little bit of light showed through the diamond-made windows downstairs.

　　 In the dark courtyard, there is a fountain spraying water. Snape and Yaxley swiftly walked towards the front door, the gravel crackling under their feet. The door opened, although they didn't see anyone coming to open it.

　　 The corridors are wide, dimly lit but luxuriously decorated, and the stone floor is covered with gorgeous carpets. As Snape and Yaxley strode across the corridor, the pale statues on the wall looked at them intently.

　　 They stopped in front of the heavy wooden door leading to the next house, breathing calmly, and then Snape turned the brass handle with his undamaged arm.

　　 The long ornate table in the lounge was full of people, all silent. The furniture in the room was randomly stacked against the wall. The blazing flame in the marble fireplace is the only light source in the room, and there is a gilded mirror above the fireplace.

Snape and Yaxley lingered at the door for a while. When their eyes adjusted to the faint light, a very strange scene attracted them: an unconscious man hung upside down above the table, spinning slowly , As if there was an invisible rope tied to him, he was reflected in the mirror and the bright tabletop.

　　 However, everyone present did not look at him, except for a pale young man who was sitting almost directly under him, as if he couldn't help but look at him every few minutes.

"Yaxley, Snape" came a clear and loud voice from the table, but after listening carefully, it made people shudder, emphasizing the neigh of a unique snake, "You are about to be late," my friend."

　　 The speaker was sitting right in front of the fireplace, so the two who had just arrived could only vaguely distinguish his outline at a glance. The two approached a few steps, and finally saw his face glowing in the dark. It was a face without hair, like a snake. His nostrils were a thin line, and the pupils in his scarlet eyes became A thin line.

　　 He is too pale, as pale as the gleam of pearls.

　　 However, it was very dazzling. A black line spread from the center of the eyebrows to the back of the head, as if an executioner had planned a route to split the person in half from the head.

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

　　 The two sat down in the designated seats. Most of the people at the table stared at Snape, and Voldemort asked him first.

"how about it?"

"Master, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​going to move Harry Potter from his current residence to a safe place in the evening of next Saturday." This obviously aroused the interest of the people present: some were stunned, others were fidgeting, everyone Both stared straight at Snape and Voldemort.

"Saturday...evening..." Voldemort repeated, his scarlet eyes fixed on Snape's black eyes so hard that some onlookers looked away. They were obviously afraid that they would be cruel. His eyes are piercing. Snape looked back at Voldemort's face calmly. After a while, Voldemort's lipless mouth bends slightly, as if smiling.

　　 "Okay, very good. Then this news comes from...?"

　　 "From the informant we discussed." Snape said.

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

"Master, I heard different news." Yaxley waited, but Voldemort didn't say anything, so he continued, "The Aurode Lux, revealed that Porter will not be transferred before the 30th. That’s the day before the boy’s 17th birthday."

　　 Snape smiled. "My informant told me that they are going to give a fake news. This must be the fake news. Dalis has undoubtedly been confounded. He always lacks resistance to this. This is not the first time.

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

"If he was really confounded, he would be pretty sure," Snape said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yaxley, I assure you that the Auror office will no longer participate in protecting Hallibo Special work, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​sure that we have penetrated into the ministry. "

　　 "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​still correct on this point, isn't it?" said a man curled up not far from Yaxley, his hoarse laughter echoing around the table.

　　 Voldemort did not smile. He stared at the slowly rotating body above, as if lost in thought.

　　 "Master," Yaxley went on, "Dawlish thinks that a whole team of Aurors will be sent to transfer the boy."

　　 Voldemort raised his pale hand, and Yaxley immediately lost his voice, watching Voldemort turn to Snape angrily.

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

"Hidden in the home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix," Snape said. "According to the informant, the society and the Ministry of Magic have exhausted all measures to protect this place. I think once he is sent there, we will have a hard time. Caught him. Master, unless... of course, unless the Ministry of Magic collapses before next Saturday, so that we may have a chance to discover and crack enough magic, then we can solve the remaining magic."

　　 "Then Yaxley," Voldemort said to the bottom of the table, the fire in his eyes flashing strangely, "Will the Ministry of Magic collapse before next Saturday?"

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