After leaving Dumbledore, Snape rushed without pause to the place where the Death Eaters were gathering for the next meeting.
Without a doubt, he was late.
Before pushing open the doors to the hall, Snape took a deep breath and readjusted his mindset. Only then did he gently push open the wooden doors and enter beneath the gazes of countless Death Eaters.
"Severus, you are late."
"My apologies, Master. Something beyond my control happened." Snape stared expressionlessly at Voldemort, who sat in the head seat. "There is a problem with the matter we discussed."
"Enough. Take your seat," Voldemort said hoarsely. "We will discuss the rest after the meeting."
Most of the Death Eaters around the table followed Snape with their eyes, clearly curious about the plan he had mentioned.
At that moment, Bellatrix stared fixedly at Snape. She was one of the few people present who knew the truth.
"Yaxley, you may continue."
Voldemort shifted his gaze away from Snape.
"...The Protection Plan remains highly classified within the Ministry of Magic. It is said Scrimgeour prepared it to protect Ministry employees from our threats. The specific details remain unknown, but Scrimgeour believes that once the plan is completed, we will never be able to gain complete control over the Ministry." Yaxley's expression was equally unpleasant as he spoke. He had been trying to infiltrate the Ministry for a long time, yet had achieved nothing worth being proud of.
The Ministry's defences were extraordinarily tight, giving him no chance to exploit any loopholes.
Whispers rose through the Meeting Room again. Everyone understood that infiltrating the Ministry was an important step in their plan to control it. Only by taking control of the Ministry could they prevent those troublesome people from becoming a problem.
"Tell us about your next plan."
Voldemort