"Still can't find him?"
Lucius Malfoy's voice was icy, and his eyes burned with barely concealed fury. He glared coldly at Peter Pettigrew, wishing he could pull out his wand and teach this useless fool a lesson.
Peter Pettigrew was useless to the extreme. He couldn't even find one person.
"This really isn't my fault." Peter Pettigrew continued trying to defend himself. "The Spanish Ministry of Magic's reporters all want to interview him, but no one knows where he's temporarily staying. Besides, we only just got here. There hasn't been enough time, and those methods you mentioned for finding people simply don't work."
Peter had been busy for half the day. It really wasn't his fault that he couldn't find that Mudblood's lodgings!
"...Useless!"
Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth in rage and pointed his trembling wand at Peter. A spark accidentally shot out, scorching Peter's clothes.
"It really isn't our fault. The plan was too rushed. We haven't even figured out the current situation, let alone had time to make arrangements." Selwyn also tried hard to defend himself. He had no desire to take the blame.
If Lucius Malfoy couldn't complete the Dark Lord's task, then it proved that the two of them hadn't been too useless before—the enemy had simply been too difficult to deal with.
"The language barrier is a huge problem too," Peter Pettigrew muttered quietly.
The best solution at present was to find where that Mudblood was staying, then secretly lead people into his temporary residence, kill him there, and leave Spanish without a trace. The mission would then be over.
It was simple and crude, but undoubtedly the best method they could think of for now. However... the problem was that they still couldn't find that Mudblood's temporary residence, and no one knew where he