"You have disappointed me!"
Voldemort, who had returned to Britain after receiving the news, flew into a rage upon learning what had happened on his territory. He had never imagined that after being away for merely a few months, the entire British magical world would have become such a mess.
Outsider dark wizards had actually dared to cause trouble on his territory, and his loyal Death Eaters had actually lost to those foreign dark wizards.
Yaxley controlled the British magical world and commanded most of its strength, yet he had ultimately been defeated by a group of foreign dark wizards, allowing them to run rampant through the British magical world, seize Hogsmeade, and loot it.
What Voldemort found most incomprehensible was that the Death Eaters had been so incompetent that they could not even protect their own manors, nearly becoming the laughingstock of the British magical world.
And that was not the end of the bad news.
During that time, Yaxley had even allowed the Order of the Phoenix to break the prisoners out of Azkaban.
Did he not know that once they exposed their weakness, the wizards they had oppressed would likely rise up in rebellion?
What would they use to rule Britain then?
Voldemort wondered whether he had been blind and misjudged Yaxley. He had thought Yaxley would manage Britain well for him, which was why he had indulged the man's ambitions. And this was how he repaid him?
Under Voldemort's oppressive gaze, Yaxley lowered his head deeply. He did not dare meet the Dark Lord's eyes, much less offer any excuse. He knew Voldemort hated those who lied and made excuses before him; it would only make him seem even more incompetent.
"I trust you know what the consequences will be!"
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed