Time slowly passed, yet no one came to rendezvous with him. Lucius Malfoy, waiting patiently at the Temporary Stronghold, felt his limbs grow cold.
Anyone with half a brain could tell something must have happened over there. Otherwise, the others should have come to meet him long ago.
Lucius Malfoy could hardly imagine what terrible punishment the Dark Lord would inflict if he returned to Britain just like this.
He could not help shuddering and did not dare think about it any further.
He had to do something.
After hesitating for a long while, Lucius Malfoy ultimately decided to return to Spain and find out what exactly had happened tonight.
It was not actually difficult. There was still some Polyjuice Potion left behind by Snape, and he spent some time obtaining hair from a Muggle.
To be honest, Lucius Malfoy did not want to take on the appearance of a Muggle. It was an indelible humiliation to him. But getting a wizard's hair was not easy right now, and there was the risk of being recognised. Disguising himself as a Muggle and posing as a foreign wizard was therefore the best option available. Suppressing his discomfort and disgust, Malfoy drank a small cup of Polyjuice Potion. Under its effects, he soon took on another appearance.
A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy straightened his clothes, picked up a travelling suitcase, and returned to Spain.
As long as one knew where to look, gathering information was not difficult—at least, not for Malfoy. Disguised as a spectator who had come to Spain to watch the International Wizard Duelling Competition, he prepared to stay at Barnabus Bar. Both the owner and the waiters there were skilled in many languages, so communication would not be a problem.
Malfoy entered the bustling bar, took an empty