Exciting news had to be spread as soon as possible.
But what news could excite the Death Eaters more than the Dark Lord's impending return?
And after Voldemort made his position clear, the plan to unite the Pure-blood families, which had originally hit a bottleneck, suddenly became much clearer.
"Is the Dark Lord really coming back?"
"If the Dark Lord returns, the Flint family is willing to submit."
"The Glory of the Pure-blood will surely be forged by the Dark Lord. This is the day we've been waiting for."
The heads of the Pure-blood families sat on either side of the long black-lacquered table. Once they learned that Voldemort was about to return, they couldn't wait to speak up.
Across the lit candles set in exquisite holders, they eagerly expressed their loyalty.
Lucius sat at the head of the table, resting his chin on one hand as he swept his gaze over them with a smile.
"When will we meet?"
After the excitement had died down, someone finally asked the question.
Lucius smiled silently. He tapped his cane on the floor twice with his left hand, then repeated the question.
"When will we meet?"
His gaze swept over everyone.
In their eyes, he saw excitement, anticipation, elation, and... fear.
"Are you trying to schedule a time for the Dark Lord?"
His smile slowly faded as Lucius's reserved gaze swept over the assembled heads of the families.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, and everyone shuddered involuntarily.
Seeing this, Lucius's lips curled.
He was quite satisfied with their reaction.
"The Dark Lord is watching you. Heads of the Pure-blood families, it's time to do something."
Lucius spoke meaningfully.
While Lucius was throwing his weight around in front of the heads of the Pure-blood families, Voldemort was studying the Veil