An hour earlier.
In a remote, deserted village in Devon, Sirius and Lupin were carrying out a surveillance mission. Before long, the bait named "Kenneth" would arrive in the village to meet with Mr. Anderson, the Master of Prophecy.
Of course, both of them were impostors. There was not even a man in that house who resembled Albert Anderson.
But none of that mattered. As long as the Death Eaters and those connected to the Ministry of Magic believed Albert Anderson was hiding here, that was enough.
After all, those Death Eaters who wanted Albert dead more than anything still had not found a single clue related to him.
Kenneth, who was responsible for delivering goods to Zoko, definitely knew something. Even if the person they caught this time was not Albert, he would certainly be someone closely connected to him. Once they controlled them, finding Albert would not be difficult.
Since the Ministry could use Veritaserum, the Death Eaters naturally could as well—and they had even more brutal methods of interrogation.
So Sirius was not worried that the Death Eaters would fail to take the bait. Besides, according to intelligence provided by Snivellus, after Lucius Malfoy spent a huge sum of Galleons to send himself to Azkaban, the Death Eater who had taken on the task of murdering Albert Anderson was that madwoman Bellatrix Lestrange.
Many times, Sirius could not help but look down on his cousin Bellatrix's terrible taste. Voldemort's appearance was simply... remarkably distinctive. Just the fact that he had no nose... Sirius was actually more curious about why Bella, who had worshipped Voldemort so fervently back then, had never considered marrying Voldemort outright.
It was a joke, but Sirius truly could not understand that madwoman's fanatical devotion to Voldemort. Was it the same sort of obsession