This short gathering ended quickly. After the other Death Eaters left, Yaxley left Snape alone and talked about the previous topic.
"You don't think this is a good thing?"
He personally poured Snape a glass of red wine.
"The black market transaction has caused a lot of trouble recently. I think we should cut our losses in time." Snape took the glass of wine politely, but seemed to have no intention of drinking it.
"I would like to, but the Dark Lord doesn't like losers. I've already screwed up once before, and I can't fail again, otherwise..."
Yaxley really doesn't want to be the next Lucius, so he must deal with the black market problem before Voldemort returns.
"That might make things worse." Snape stared at the glass of red wine in his hand and said softly, "You should be wary of Albert Anderson."
"Do you think this might be a conspiracy of that Mudblood?" Yaxley raised his eyebrows slightly. He did put the blame on the Mudblood, but that didn't mean he really thought this matter had anything to do with him.
"I don't know, but we had a fierce conflict with foreign dark wizards, and many people died on both sides. Don't you think this is ridiculous?" Snape reminded. He actually knew that he could not convince Yaxley, but he still reminded him at the right time.
"I don't know, maybe you're right, but... I have no choice." Yaxley stared into Snape's eyes and said, "Severus, I hope you can help each other. There are not many old friends left alive."
"We have been doing that all the time, but you should know that I can't help you much except giving verbal support!" Snape put down his glass and said to Yaxley: "If you really have something to do, you can come to Hogwarts to find me."
"Is this matter really related to that Mudblood?" Yaxley suddenly had a bad feeling.
To be honest, although Yaxley often called Albert a mudblood, he was actually very afraid of being tricked by him.
As Snape had said, this dispute was unusual.
Dark wizards actually started killing each other, which was definitely abnormal in Britain ruled by the Dark Lord.
Could it be that I really fell into that Mudblood's trap
Yaxley seemed to smell a conspiracy. What if... He quickly shook off the ridiculous thoughts in his head and began to make subsequent arrangements.
Even if it is a trap, the plan still needs to go ahead.
Yaxley would never allow himself to fail.
As long as the group of foreign dark wizards are completely defeated, the black market problem in Hogsmeade will be basically solved.
As a result, the other Death Eaters and wizards who had surrendered to the Dark Lord were forced to get busy to prevent themselves from being attacked by dark wizards.
But the Death Eaters' vigilance seemed like a joke, because from beginning to end, no foreign dark wizards came to Hogsmeade to cause trouble. Instead, some wizards from other countries heard of the reputation and came to the black market to trade. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Even the Hog's Head Pub was bustling again.
No, it should be said that the Hog's Head Inn has been very popular with dark wizards from the very beginning, but the owner Aberforth did not seem to care too much about it and started to drive people out just after ten o'clock every day.
"Ariana, what do you think that guy wants to do?"
Aberforth, who was about to return to his bedroom to rest, received a message from the Order of the Phoenix, reminding him that Hogsmeade would be attacked by dark wizards from abroad tonight, and asked him to take emergency shelter with his valuables to avoid unnecessary disaster.
Aberforth had actually learned about this from a Death Eater who came to the Hog's Head Inn to drink: a curfew would be imposed in Hogsmeade tonight to prevent despicable outsiders from coming to seek revenge.
Despicable outsider
This adjective may not be appropriate.
The Death Eaters' actions were even more despicable, at least in the eyes of Aberforth, who witnessed Percival's tragic death.
He just didn't want to believe that the group of outsiders would come to avenge Percival.
Then, the only possibility is that someone deliberately caused a conflict between the two sides.
Dark wizards kill dark wizards!
It's really satisfying.
Aberforth muttered as he picked up the photo frame on the wooden table, took along the Galleons he had recently earned and a large amount of food, and went straight into the secret passage leading to Hogwarts. He estimated that the group of outsiders would come to Hogsmeade to rob in the name of revenge, probably wanting to make another fortune before leaving.
I don’t know whether the little money I left behind can satisfy those dark wizards.
As for the foreign dark wizards driving away the Death Eaters and continuing to occupy Hogsmeade, I believe that after the last experience, no one would have such a stupid idea.
As the night deepened, the vigil continued.
However, the Death Eaters who stayed behind had relaxed their vigilance. They played cards and enjoyed midnight snacks, betting on whether the group of outsiders would really show up.
However, the news they received seemed to be false.
The Death Eaters waited until late at night, but still no one showed up, even their replacements had already arrived.
It seemed as if they were just scaring themselves.
Of course, the Death Eaters who stayed in Hogsmeade didn't have to worry, because there were actually quite a few Dementors around to help patrol. For dark wizards who couldn't summon a patronus, being targeted by a large number of Dementors was also a problem.
That dark wizard named Percival was so powerful, yet he was still killed by them.
If the Mudblood named Albert Anderson wasn't so powerful, they would have wanted to use a similar method to deal with him.
Unfortunately, that guy's Patronus was too powerful, and even the Dementors were reluctant to get close to him.
As time approached dawn, the leading Death Eater became more cautious. After all, they were launching sneak attacks while the other party was sleeping.
“Those people probably won’t come.”
In the brightly lit Three Broomsticks Pub, a Death Eater spread out the cards in his hand and announced to the people around him, "I won this game."
"No, they will come!" Rudolph said firmly, "Because those guys want to make a last fortune before leaving England, so I'm sure they will come."
"Come on, Rudolph." The Death Eaters at another table laughed at themselves, "We hope they can be successful later, then maybe we can make some money."
In fact, no one present thought that the group of dark wizards from various European countries could unite. Even if they really came to Hogsmeade to rob, at most there would be only a few people, secretly retaliating against them, but there were more than a dozen people here, and Yaxley's people could use the Floo Network or Apparition to reinforce Hogsmeade at any time.
"This is the last cup. Don't drink too much or you'll mess things up."
Jaggerson is one of the few remaining veteran Shishi disciples. He was entrusted with an important task by Yaxley, and he did not want to repeat the mistakes of the last time.
However, just as Gagson finished speaking, a dark wizard suddenly fell on the table and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Such an abnormal thing immediately aroused Gagson's vigilance. Those dark wizards who had drunk the last glass of good wine fell asleep one by one.
This scene scared the other people around.
"Enemy attack!"
The Three Broomsticks Bar was instantly in chaos.
The dark wizards raised their wands and stood alert to the surroundings. After people checked the drinks they had just drunk, they all cast suspicious glances at Jaggerson.
"Idiot, do you suspect that I added the living hell potion into the wine?"
Jugson was furious. After looking around to make sure there were no enemies around, he shouted to a Death Eater beside him, "What are you still standing there for? Tell Yaxley what's going on here and ask him to send more helpers over."
The others also came to their senses, followed Gagson's command, and formed a team to find the Dementors.
They need the help of the Dementors.
Shortly after Jaggerson and his men left the Three Broomsticks, Rudolph, who had pretended to have fainted from drinking, got up from the ground again. He walked quickly to the outside of the Three Broomsticks, raised his wand and released red sparks into the sky.
Tonight's feast has just begun.