Inside a house protected by the Fidelius Charm, Voldemort sat in a chair with his eyes closed, resting.
Bellatrix entered the room carrying a copy of the Magic Newspaper.
"Master, there is still no news today," Bellatrix said in a low voice.
Voldemort expressionlessly beckoned, signaling for Bellatrix to hand him the Magic Newspaper.
Suppressing his anger, Voldemort read through all the major news outlets, trying to find some trace of information.
After all, news of the sudden death of the Minister for Magic might not necessarily be announced directly.
The result disappointed him. He had even read some third-rate papers, yet still found no sign that the Minister for Magic had died suddenly.
Instead, he repeatedly saw news of that detestable woman making a spectacle of herself.
"Did Umbridge leave the Ministry of Magic yesterday?" Voldemort's voice remained somewhat grating.
"Master, she did not leave the Ministry of Magic all day," Bellatrix said, lowering her head.
"She could leave through the fireplace," Voldemort continued.
"We stationed people at every place she might appear—her home, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade Village, even the restaurants she used to like visiting. We had people watching all of them... but we never found her..." Bellatrix hurriedly replied.
"Idiots! Cowards! Can't you find a way to break through from inside the Ministry of Magic?! Every day, I see that woman mocking me in the newspapers!" Voldemort slammed the Magic Newspaper in his hand onto the table. The violent magic surging from his hand instantly shredded it to pieces.
Bellatrix's eye twitched. This was precisely why she was so often sent to deliver the Magic Newspaper.
"We tried, but the Ministry of Magic's security level is very high now. Everyone entering or leaving has to be checked for transformation and whether they are under the Imperius Curse,"