"Damn it, they all deserve to die!"
A string of roars rang out from the Director of Magical Law Enforcement's office, and Yaxley was so enraged that he overturned his desk.
He had just received word that another Secret base concealing a large number of Inferi had been destroyed by the Defence Association. Not a single Inferius stored there had survived.
That had been the work of many Dark wizards over several days, only for it to be destroyed by those people from the Defence Association. Not only had all the Inferi been wiped out, but the other side had even deliberately set the place on fire. It was a blatant provocation.
If he could, he truly wanted to kill every last one of them.
Unfortunately, Yaxley could not do that. He was utterly powerless against them.
While Voldemort was away from Britain, even the Death Eaters had to keep their heads down, because no one was a match for that Mudblood.
No matter how carefully they arranged an ambush, Yaxley did not believe they could kill that Mudblood. The other man was a Prophecy Master, and countless examples had proven that he was extremely difficult to ambush.
If Yaxley truly tried it, he might instead bring disaster upon himself.
Over the past years, every Death Eater who had tried to kill that man had met a particularly miserable end. Malfoy and Lestrange were the best examples. Perhaps Snape would become the next Unlucky one.
Yaxley truly did not want to invite that sort of trouble.
He knew very well that Albert was a dangerous existence whom even the Dark Lord could not kill—a monstrous genius said to surpass Dumbledore.
Most importantly, he was still very young and could continue growing rapidly. In a few more years, just how far