Lucius Malfoy was carefully reading the articles in The Quibbler. Judging from the recent pieces, Fudge's situation was worsening by the day. Remembering the prophecy from some time ago that Fudge would be forced from office, he frowned even more deeply.
Someone was clearly targeting Fudge, perhaps even intending to do him harm.
That was certainly not good news for Lucius Malfoy.
He did not want Fudge to fall from power. Or rather, none of the Death Eaters wanted Fudge to fall. With Fudge in place, he could help hold Dumbledore back.
The creak of a wooden door being pushed open suddenly rang out, followed by a burst of noisy footsteps and chatter. Lucius Malfoy put down his magazine and looked up at the group entering the secret base. "No one saw you on the way here, did they?"
"Don't worry."
After pulling out a chair and sitting down, Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. "What did you call us here for?"
"Several of you are on wanted lists. I have to be careful." Lucius Malfoy did not trust Bellatrix much. Who knew what that madwoman might do?
"I didn't expect a place like this existed."
"You could call it one of our temporary bases," Lucius Malfoy said casually.
"What did you call us here for?"
"Wait a little longer. The others should be arriving soon."
Lucius Malfoy gave the others a slight nod, acknowledging them.
Before long, the mechanical clock in the corner of the room chimed, and the last Death Eater entered right on time.
"All right, everyone, quiet down."
As the Death Eaters whispered among themselves, Lucius Malfoy clapped his hands sharply, drawing everyone's attention.
The noise in the hall gradually died down.
"The Dark Lord has entrusted us with an important task." Lucius Malfoy looked at Augustus Rookwood