Repeating the Same Trick. In the pitch-black night, several eerie dark figures swept across the sky and suddenly landed in a remote wizarding village. Before the black smoke swirling around them had dispersed, they raised their wands without hesitation, blasted open the wooden door of their target's house, and barged inside with brute force. The tremendous explosion instantly awakened the deathly silent village.
"What are you doing?"
A man's roar rang out in the middle of the night.
A deathly green light flashed from the room's window, followed by a shrill scream.
"Confirm the target."
The leading Death Eater struck down the screaming woman and looked at the person beside him.
"That's him," the man nodded. "This guy bragged about it in a bar."
"Good. Take her away."
Two Death Eaters immediately stepped forward, seized the woman by the arms, hauled her up from the ground, and dragged her outside, intending to leave before the other wizards could react.
The last Death Eater, preparing to Apparate, raised his wand and fired the Dark Mark above the house. He glanced at the hastily gathering wizards, a scornful curl on his lips, then Apparated away.
Staring at the skull hovering above the house, everyone was stunned.
That very day, news of the Dark Mark appearing in France swiftly spread through the French wizarding world via the newspapers. The following noon, Scrimgeour, having just received the intelligence report, stared silently for a moment at the photograph of the Dark Mark on the front page of the Sun King Daily.
Of course, he knew what had happened.
But that man was actually hiding in France?
"Minister, they're here," Percy reminded him quietly.
"Send them in."
Scrimgeour looked up at Percy and said, "If you want to take a day off to attend the wedding,