Mrs. Edgecombe

After the gathering dispersed and Voldemort left, the oppressive, heavy atmosphere in the room abruptly eased, and the sound of breathing became clear.

"Harry Potter..."

Hearing that name again, Lucius's expression turned complicated. He could sense that Lestrange beside him, along with several other Death Eaters, felt just as conflicted.

The Death Eaters continued discussing that name in low voices—the defeat sixteen years ago, the defeat during the assault on the Department of Mysteries to seize the Prophecy Orb, and the defeat on Easter night a year ago...

The Dark Lord's power was beyond question, and the Death Eaters did not dare entertain any disrespectful thoughts. Yet after suffering several setbacks, their old convictions had begun to waver, and a certain doubt had arisen in their hearts: perhaps Harry Potter truly was the Dark Lord's nemesis.

Occupying the Magical Congress and Ilvermorny, then counterattacking the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts—those were merely claims meant to placate the Dark Lord. The more clear-headed Death Eaters held no hope for them.

After a brief silence, Lestrange suddenly rose and said, "A Magical Congress employee arranged to meet me... Perhaps he has intelligence on Harry Potter. I'll be leaving first."

"I'll go with you." Rodolphus rose right after him. "Which department is this employee from?"

"I haven't found out yet. It seems to be clerical work." Lestrange's expression stiffened slightly, but he still walked out of the room beside him. "I only met him by chance, and we barely know each other. He may not even show up tonight, and he's very greedy..."

"That's fine. Lucius just gave me the key to an underground vault. We have plenty of funds."

"..."

The two gradually walked away. Several Death Eaters were still quietly discussing Harry Potter. At the mention of a vault key, their