"Master! The Elder Wand was taken by Gellert Grindelwald. It isn't in Gregorovitch's hands..." By the time these trembling subordinates finished speaking, almost all of them had prostrated themselves on the floor, waiting for the Dark Lord's judgment. But Voldemort said nothing. One of the bolder ones secretly lifted his eyes for a glance at Voldemort, then instantly lowered his head as if he had been shocked. Not daring to delay, he continued in a shaking voice, "Grindelwald is imprisoned in Nurmengard... but he shouldn't have a wand in his hands..."
His sharp gaze swept over the terrified Death Eaters. Voldemort raised his voice toward the far end of the table, while the Eye of Vecna rolled eerily to one side. "Well, Yaxley? By next Wednesday, can I know the exact situation in Nurmengard?"
Lucius Malfoy narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Yaxley as he puffed out his chest. His cold, pale-gray eyes lowered without the slightest flicker of emotion.
"Master, I will definitely find out the situation." Yaxley also glanced at Lucius, seeming determined to win some reward and improve his standing before the Dark Lord. "We have confidence in this. Nurmengard may not be more terrifying than Azkaban."
The Death Eaters lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, silently awaiting Voldemort's orders.
"Besides that, wealth should no longer be left gathering dust in vaults..." Voldemort turned his gaze to the slowly rotating crystal chandelier overhead. "Lucius, Bella, give me a plan tomorrow."
Lucius hurriedly answered, "Yes, Master... I will..."
"All of you should think about what you can do for the Master!" Bellatrix shrieked. As the mother of the Dark Lord's daughter, she had the standing to order those Dark Wizards to serve her.
For a moment, no one spoke, and no one dared to move. Only