Impossible to Confirm Their Identities? A Fabricated Master-Disciple Relationship

"The point isn't Hermione Granger. The point is that she was traveling with Harry Potter. Don't you know what that means?" Scabior said excitedly. He tossed aside the newspaper in his hand and walked over to Harry.

He looked disdainfully at Harry's grotesquely swollen face, carefully brushed aside the hair on his forehead, and sure enough, saw a taut scar.

The surrounding Death Eaters crowded over as well, staring at him blankly.

Thump! Thump!

Their heartbeats unconsciously sped up, astonished by their own luck.

Harry Potter, the man the entire Magic World was watching, had somehow fallen right into their hands. Happiness had come far too suddenly.

"We caught Harry Potter!" Greyback laughed excitedly.

"I'm not," Harry argued through the pain. His mind had already followed Voldemort to that towering building, circling its high walls.

"Should we take him to the Ministry of Magic?" a Death Eater asked, unable to contain his excitement.

"Like hell we will!" Greyback roared. "This is our achievement. If we hand him over to the Ministry, the credit will go to Cinnix and Yaxley. We won't even get a sip of the soup.

I say we hand him directly to Voldemort. We'll receive unimaginable rewards.

The public bounty on Harry Potter is only ten thousand Galleons, but what about the real reward? Two hundred thousand Galleons!"

"You mean summon Voldemort here?" Scabior asked fearfully.

Greyback choked on his words. Only core Death Eaters had been granted the Dark Mark by Voldemort. They were merely loose fringe members and did not have the qualifications.

"Moens, what do you think?"

Ake shrugged, then smiled lightly and pulled up his sleeve.

"As you can see, it's clean.

The Dark Lord did want to give me that mark, but I refused."

Hearing that, everyone around them was consumed by