"Found them?"
In the study, Snape poured Yaxley a glass of wine, took another for himself, and sat in the armchair opposite the Director of Magical Law Enforcement, discussing the Death Eaters' recent major operation with his old friend.
"Not yet, but it should be soon. I've had people investigate those abandoned Muggle villages. There aren't many of them. As long as we check them one by one, we'll definitely find the rats' nest."
As he spoke of the matter, Yaxley's eyes gleamed with astonishing light. This was the first time they had held the upper hand in their struggle against that Mudblood.
"Are you sure it isn't a trap?"
Snape's question made Yaxley's expression change abruptly, because it seemed... not impossible.
No, quite the opposite. It was very likely.
That cunning Mudblood had indeed made them suffer badly.
Yaxley's silence left Snape rather speechless.
What was this supposed to mean? Then again, the Death Eaters had indeed been thoroughly played by Albert Anderson lately. It had even made Snape wonder whether there really was such a huge gap in intelligence between the two sides.
Now that they finally had a chance to regain some ground, it was no wonder Yaxley was so delighted.
"Even if it is a trap, it doesn't matter. The Dark Lord will go too, and we're just..." Yaxley was not worried. Whenever the Dark Lord was present, that Mudblood usually chose to retreat on his own initiative.
Naturally, they did not need to worry about stepping into a trap and getting themselves killed.
Watching Yaxley ramble on about the next phase of the plan, Snape was utterly speechless. He felt that his colleague had seemingly forgotten that the Dark Lord often came off badly when facing Albert Anderson as well.
Naturally, Snape would not casually