Malfoy's Schemes

A crack rang out in the dark alley as a hooded figure materialized out of thin air.

The stench in the alley made the hooded figure wrinkle his nose. He then raised his head and warily surveyed his surroundings. Only after making sure no one was nearby did he silently leave the alley and vanish into the desolate street.

After passing through a run-down old district, the hooded figure stopped before a dilapidated row house. He seemed to mutter something under his breath, and the gap between two ramshackle row houses suddenly split apart, revealing a wooden door hidden between them.

As the hooded figure approached, the wooden door opened without warning, and he immediately stepped inside.

The wooden door closed behind him, and firelight immediately flared up ahead.

Lucius Malfoy pushed back his hood, revealing his somewhat pale face in the firelight.

This was their base. Death Eaters these days were like rats crossing the street, hated by everyone, so it was naturally unsuitable for them to be too conspicuous. Thus, they had found a hidden place to meet.

Malfoy walked down the corridor to a door. He raised his hand and knocked lightly three times, then passed straight through the wooden door and appeared in a lavishly furnished living room.

The previously noisy living room fell abruptly silent when Lucius Malfoy entered, and everyone turned to look at him.

"Old partner, you nearly missed it."

In the silent room, someone suddenly spoke first and broke the stillness. If Hagrid had been there, he would have recognized the speaker as Walton Macnair, the man who had nearly chopped off Buckbeak's head.

"That matter took up quite a bit of my time."

Lucius Malfoy sat in the vacant seat. From where he was seated, it was not hard to see