Drag Them All Into the Pit
The atmosphere inside the Ministry of Magic in England was very strange today.
Employees who should have been busy with work all seemed distracted. They deliberately lowered their voices when speaking, as though afraid of disturbing something.
Whenever they passed a corridor on the first basement level, they instinctively slowed their steps and secretly watched the meeting room at the end of the hall.
At that moment, two Male Wizards had moved chairs outside the meeting room door and were standing guard, preventing anyone else from approaching. Rumor had it that an emergency meeting was underway inside.
Every employee working at the Ministry of Magic knew that everyone seated in that meeting room was a Death Eater.
No one knew what those bastards were planning this time. Nothing good ever came of their meetings.
Yet there was nothing they could do but passively accept the bad news.
However, the situation inside the meeting room was rather different from what most people imagined.
These Death Eaters draped in splendid finery were not discussing anything particularly wicked. They were listening to the radio—more precisely, to a Wizard Watchtower broadcast.
Ever since Albert had asked Lee Jordan to start spreading information through Wizard Watchtower broadcasts, the dark wizard responsible for monitoring the station had reported the bombshell to Yaxley. That was how the absurd scene of the Death Eaters' upper ranks gathering in the meeting room to listen to the radio had come about.
In truth, quite a few Death Eaters found it utterly ridiculous that Yaxley had made such a fuss, only to summon them here to listen to a broadcast together.
But none of them dared say anything careless.
Yaxley was the Dark Lord's right-hand man, after all, and this involved that damned Mudblood. There