"The next Minister for Magic is Scrimgeour."
"The master will definitely be very unhappy."
"How's Yaxley's infiltration plan going?"
"I guess it failed."
"Some idiot used a poorly executed Imperius Curse on Herbert Cho, and the Ministry of Magic has already noticed it."
The living room was filled with whispers. Similar meetings had taken place more than once since Voldemort's return.
Apart from quarrels, few Death Eaters could come up with a reliable solution every time.
At this moment, the door opened and Voldemort walked in. The living room seemed to have been paused and all the quarrels stopped abruptly.
Voldemort sat at the head of the long table, looked around at the silent Death Eaters, and said in a slightly hoarse and indifferent voice: "Let the meeting begin!"
After saying this, he looked at Yaxley with his scarlet eyes.
"Master, although we have successfully dealt with Bones, the newly elected Scrimgeour is also a problem." Yaxley paused for a moment, and seeing that Voldemort did not speak, he continued, "The decision to make Scrimgeour the new minister cannot be changed unless we kill him, but that may make the situation worse."
"It seems that you already have your own plan." Voldemort gestured to Yaxley to continue.
"According to the latest intelligence I have, Pius Thicknesse is likely to replace Bones as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. If the master allows, we can invite Pius Thicknesse to join us." Yaxley continued to talk about his plan. "If the plan succeeds, we will not only have a high-level spy in the Ministry of Magic, but we can also transform others through Thicknesse, and then let them work together to drive Scrimgeour out of office. At that time, Pius Thicknesse will take over as Minister of Magic, and we can gradually insert people into the Ministry of Magic until we completely control the Ministry of Magic."
"Very good, then do it."
Voldemort was quite satisfied with Yaxley, as there were not many Death Eaters who were truly useful.
Although Snape always completed the task, he was still within Voldemort's observation range. As for Malfoy, who used to be his right-hand man, after experiencing a series of disastrous defeats and the diary incident, Voldemort was very disappointed in him.
"Yes, Master."
Yaxley looked excited, not only because he was praised by Voldemort, but also because Snape did not appear in the meeting.
This meant that the Dark Lord did not fully trust Snape.
"How's it going, Lucius?"
Voldemort turned his attention to his former right-hand man. If Lucius Malfoy could really kill the Mudblood named Anderson, he would trust and reuse him again.
Yes, to Voldemort, the Mudblood named Albert Anderson was a threat second only to Dumbledore.
Not only because the other party can predict the future, but also because of his terrifying growth gift and talent.
In just seven years from the beginning of the school year to now, that mudblood has grown at an extremely frightening speed.
Voldemort saw his former self in Anderson. No, that person was a more terrifying guy than himself and even more terrifying than Dumbledore.
Therefore, he must be completely eradicated before he becomes a powerful enemy. Having Dumbledore alone is already troublesome enough, and he doesn't want another one.
So, Albert Anderson had to die.
"The metal card Severus gave me responded not long ago." Lucius sensed the murderous intent emanating from the Dark Lord and said quickly, "The Mudblood will get married on the 12th of this month, at a manor in Devonshire."
"I hope you haven't been discovered," Voldemort hissed.
"No master, after I found that the area nearby was protected by protective magic, I retreated immediately. It was almost impossible to break through the layers of magical defenses without alerting the enemy. I..." Lucius Malfoy hadn't finished his words when he heard Voldemort suddenly speak, so he could only shut up quickly.
“McNeill, I promised you that I would have something better to destroy.” Voldemort looked at the other wizard again, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. “Since Cornelius Fudge has rejected our kindness, let us make the Ministry of Magic face reality, and the plan to attack the Muggle world can begin.”
"Yes, Master. We can start at any time. I think the giants will be very happy." McNeill said excitedly, "In the next two days, we plan to start from Somerset. I think the giants will definitely give the Ministry of Magic a surprise."
"I need you to temporarily distract the Ministry of Magic." After Voldemort told McNeill his request, he turned his gaze to Malfoy, "When the time comes, I will personally go to distract Dumbledore and create an opportunity for you. No matter what method you use, kill the Mudblood. This is my only request."
"Yes, Master." Malfoy lowered his head even lower.
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"It's a rare visitor. You two busy people actually have time to come here."
Mrs. Weisley, who had just finished feeding the chickens in the yard, stood with her hands on her hips and glared at her two sons.
"Mom, we are your sons, and you don't welcome us home." Fred bent down, picked up a piece of pie from the table, took a bite, and protested dissatisfiedly.
George sat on the sofa next to him with a smile and ate his pie as well.
"Tell me, what's the matter this time?"
Mrs. Weisley obviously didn't buy it and asked directly.
If there was nothing else, Fred and George would never go home. They would rather stay in the shop in Diagon Alley all day.
Not long ago, Mrs. Wesley was worried that they were working too hard to run the shop and that they were not living well, so she went to visit them with some prepared food. But when she got there, she realized that she was overthinking.
Not only was there a house-elf named Dobby in that store taking care of their daily lives, but the food, drink and accommodation were obviously much better than at home. Life was easy and comfortable. No wonder none of them wanted to go home.
"Let's go find Bill." Fred swallowed the pie and said without thinking.
"Or rather, look for Fleur." George added, "I heard Fleur plans to stay at our house temporarily? Did Bill say when he's getting married?"
Yes, the Weisley family moved back to their original shabby room. Living in Number 12 Grimmauld Place for a long time was not a solution. Even though Sirius didn't care about it at all, it was not their home after all, and it was not as comfortable as their own home.
"Fleur plans to live in our house?"
Ginny heard the twins' voices and had just come downstairs when she heard the shocking news, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"How come I don't know about this?" Mrs. Weisley frowned slightly, as if she was doubting the truthfulness of their words.
"Aren't they getting engaged?" Fred looked at George in confusion, "But we do have something to ask Fleur."
"Bill didn't tell me." Mrs. Weiss was a little angry, "He told you first."
"Bill should tell you and Dad tonight," George said soothingly.
"Mum hates Fleur," Ginny whispered.
"I don't hate her!"
Mrs. Westley lowered her voice in irritation, "I just think it's too hasty for them to get engaged now."
"Mom, you should be happy for Bill," George reminded. "At least he found someone he likes."
"What are you looking for Furong for?" Ron, who had always had little presence, suddenly asked.
"About Albert's wedding," said Fred.
"Albert is getting married. What does that have to do with Fleur?" Mrs. Wesley asked in confusion.
"Is the target the girl from Ravenclaw?" Ginny's face was full of longing, and she smiled foolishly, "I remember she also had beautiful red hair."
"Yes, Yin Zebel." George said, "Albert also invited Furong?"
Perhaps sensing his mother's bad mood, George continued, "Albert originally planned to invite our family, but in the end he didn't want to cause us any trouble, so he just gave up."
"Causing trouble?" Mrs. Weisley was a little unhappy.
"Albert is on the blacklist of the You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters. If we invite our whole family, it might bring unnecessary trouble to our family." George explained helplessly, "In fact, all invited guests will be kept strictly confidential to avoid unnecessary trouble for themselves."
"Why was Fleur invited?" Ginny wanted to know more.
"It should be the friendship left over from the Triwizard Tournament." Fred said without hesitation, "I remember they took a photo at the end and left their signatures. They must have a very good relationship."
"They're not at home. Bill is probably tutoring Fleur in English. He probably won't be back until dinner time." Ginny had just finished her words when she saw Bill and Fleur walking towards them hand in hand, speechless.
"Mom, Furong and I have discussed it and we plan to get engaged first." Bill said straight to the point.
"Just talk to your father tonight." Mrs. Weisley was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Fleur and asked, "Do Mr. and Mrs. Delacour know about this?"
"They like Bill very much, too," said Furong in her still awkward English.
"Albert is getting married much earlier than you. He is getting married in the next few days. You should have noticed the specific time and place on the silver card." George noticed that the atmosphere around him was strange and quickly changed the subject.
"I discussed this with Bill," Fleur said with a smile.
"Actually, the time and place on the silver card are wrong." Fred said suddenly.
"Wrong?"
Furong was stunned. She took out the silver card that Albert sent her from her pocket, looked at the time and place on it again, and looked at Fred and George in confusion.
"Albert thought that the You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters had definitely targeted him, and was worried that a Death Eater might go to the wedding to cause trouble, so he came up with a wrong time and place to mislead them." George explained, "The specific time should be after the 12th, and the location is not in the UK."
Fred, George and Lee Jordan were entrusted with the important task of contacting their friends in the UK and telling them the specific time and place.
Everyone was a little confused.
"In short, don't pay attention to the time and place on the silver card. It's probably a trap for Death Eaters." Fred said with a smile, "If the Death Eaters really get a silver card, they will probably be in big trouble."
"that… "
"After the 12th, we will get the specific time and place." George said, "We will notify you again then. Remember to keep this matter confidential."
"Can I invite Bill to the wedding?" Fleur asked as Fred and George were about to leave.
"Of course no problem." George nodded.
"You're not staying for dinner?"
Mrs. Weasley frowned in dissatisfaction when she saw Fred and George preparing to leave.
"Mom, we have other things to do and we have an appointment."
Fred and George also needed to notify the other invited guests, or rather Albert's friends at Hogwarts.
Of course, they wouldn't be stupid enough to inform them directly, but would invite them to discuss what gift to buy for Albert.