Chapter 534

The eerie surroundings felt especially terrifying.

The atmosphere was thick with tension.

After a long while.

"The situation you described is too strange... very well." The tall Death Eater finally nodded, shaking off Rowle's hand. He gestured to a black-robed figure beside him who had remained silent all along, like a shadow. "Take him to see Mr. Yaxley. Yaxley will decide whether to report to the Master at once." Yaxley was one of Voldemort's most trusted right-hand men, usually responsible for handling urgent intelligence and meeting Voldemort directly.

"Yes! Right! Exactly!" Rowle felt as though he had been granted a reprieve. He hurried after the shadow-like black-robed figure, heading deeper into the stronghold, toward an area with even tighter defenses.

They passed through several darker corridors filled with warding magic before finally arriving before an immensely heavy black iron door covered in protective runes. The black-robed man leading the way knocked on the door in a particular rhythm and softly recited a password.

"Click—"

The iron door silently slid open a crack, revealing an even dimmer light within, along with an odor mingling blood, pained groans, and powerful Dark Magic.

Beyond the door lay a larger hall, but one that was even more unpleasant.

There was no trace of aristocratic elegance here.

It was more like a makeshift torture chamber combined with a magical laboratory. Strange magical instruments hung from the walls, some still dripping unidentified liquids.

In the center of the floor was a complex magic circle drawn in a dark red substance. Its glow had already faded, but the lingering energy still made the air distort slightly.

It was clear that it had been immensely powerful while active.

Beside the magic circle lay two motionless figures, their condition—dead or alive—unknown. Judging from their clothing, they appeared to be