Deterrence

To a certain extent, Death Eaters were still tight-lipped. Out of fear of Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic usually found it difficult to get any useful information from them unless Legilimency or Veritaserum was used.

The Death Eaters captured this time were no different. Even though they had all been tied up, they wore expressions that said they were ready to be beaten or killed as they pleased. They simply craned their necks and refused to say a word, as if they were certain Mr. Weasley would never torture them.

And they were not wrong. Mr. Weasley truly would not do that—but there were exceptions to everything.

"So you were only sent to Diagon Alley to cause trouble, and you don't know anything else, correct?"

When Kyle returned, he happened to witness a horrifying scene.

Mr. Weasley was squatting on the ground, talking to a severed head. The headless body lay less than five feet away, watched over by a shop owner.

"Yes, I've already said it three times. That's really all we know!" The head's voice carried a hint of tears. "Please, put me back on already. It really hurts."

"No rush." Mr. Weasley spoke unhurriedly. "As far as I know, splinching caused by Apparition can last for around thirty minutes. We still..." He glanced at his watch. "...have seven minutes to talk."

"No, don't... you said it was only an approximate time... It really hurts now..."

"We really don't know anything... Oh, right, Lady Yaxley was the one who sent us..." The man's voice grew quieter and quieter. "And Lord Lestrange... They seemed to be in a great hurry... Before leaving, they said..."

"Shut up, you traitor!" a Death Eater shouted angrily. "The Dark Lord will kill you for your betrayal!"

His voice was agitated, but not out