In the pitch-black night, several eerie dark figures streaked across the sky and suddenly descended upon a remote wizarding village. Before the black smoke swirling around them had dispersed, they raised their wands without hesitation, blasted open the target house's wooden door, and barged inside with brute force. The massive explosion instantly awakened the deathly silent village.
"What are you doing?"
A man's roar rang out in the middle of the night.
A green light symbolizing death flashed through the room's window, followed by a piercing scream.
"Confirm the target."
The lead Death Eater stunned the screaming woman and looked at the person beside him.
"That's right, it's him." The man nodded. "This bloke bragged about it in a pub."
"Good. Take her away."
The two Death Eaters beside him immediately stepped forward, seized the woman by the arms, hauled her off the ground, and dragged her outside, intending to leave before the other wizards could react.
The last Death Eater, who was preparing to Apparate, raised his wand and fired the Dark Mark above the house. He glanced at the wizards gathering in haste, a contemptuous curl appearing at the corner of his mouth, then Apparated away.
Staring at the skull floating above the house, everyone froze.
That day, news of the Dark Mark appearing in France quickly spread throughout the French wizarding world via the newspapers. At noon the following day, Scrimgeour, who had just received the intelligence report, fell briefly silent as he looked at the photograph of the Dark Mark on the front page of The Daily Prophet.
Of course, he knew what was going on.
But that man was actually hiding in France?
"Minister, they're here," Percy reminded him quietly.
"Send them in."
Scrimgeour looked up at Percy and said, "If you want to take