Voldemort raised one huge, pale hand, and the stone tablets flew from Lucius's tray, hovering in front of him. His glittering red eyes, their vertical pupils fixed on the tablets, probed them carefully.
"Master, the tablets give a vague description of where the collection is hidden." Lucius pointed to a spot on the far-right tablet. "I consulted a great many records, and in the end I was able to determine that this location should be somewhere around the Black Forest in Baden-Württemberg... As for exactly where, Master, I still need enough time to investigate..."
Voldemort paid Lucius no mind. His pale palm brushed over the tablets, where rows of words had been carved. After carefully making out the writing, Voldemort directed the tablets to settle steadily onto the table, then drew his wand and tapped them.
"Reveal your secrets." The suspicious Voldemort cast a spell to judge the tablets' history, and after confirming that they truly had endured a thousand years and were no forgery, the corners of his cruel mouth pulled open.
Lucius smoothed back his long, slicked hair and bowed slightly, looking utterly respectful. "Master... we used every detection spell we could think of on these tablets, and only dared bring them for you to see after confirming they were genuine."
Bellatrix looked toward her brother-in-law Lucius, bracing herself against the chair with that copy of the Hand of Vecna. She tilted her body a little closer to Voldemort and let out a shrill, babyish voice. "My Master, Lucius is at least far more reliable than that pack of useless trash."
"Lucius, it seems you're very good at digging things up? Then this task will remain in your hands..." Voldemort placed the cover back on and patted it lightly, indicating that he was in an excellent mood. "Lucius,