Lucius swept his gaze over everyone present, his tone growing more emphatic.
"The second stage of the Potions Exchange has officially put magic protein on the agenda. Weasley is trying to promote it!"
"This is a very bad sign. Even if it is only being promoted within the Wizarding Schools, who can guarantee that those people won't leak the knowledge once they have mastered magic protein?"
"Perhaps that is exactly what Weasley wants!"
With that, Lucius looked at Jacob, his expression inscrutable.
Everything he had just said was actually what Jacob was thinking. The old fox had merely borrowed his mouth to say it, intending to make him the first to be dragged aboard.
Jacob cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Mr. Malfoy is right. Vaughn's ambitions are now plain for all to see."
"Although I don't understand why that fool Fudge signed a permit for his sworn enemy before his downfall, it has left us with no effective means of obstructing Vaughn's experiments on Muggles."
"I think everyone here knows perfectly well what it will mean if, during the exchange, Vaughn proves to everyone that magic protein exists inside Muggles, or even that Muggles can use potions!"
"Do you remember what I said?" Jacob abruptly stood, bracing both hands on the table. His gaze was sharp and cold as he stared each of them down. "We have no choice!"
Corban Yaxley suddenly interrupted. "Ha! Spare us the meaningless repetition. What you need to tell us is what we should do next."
"Resurrect our mas-the Dark Lord?"
Corban raised his eyebrows. "But we don't even know where he is!"
"Jacob, why not ask those Yankee friends of yours? Perhaps they have a way of finding the Dark Lord."
Jacob glanced at him. "If they could find the