The Informant

Chapter 777: The Informant

"So, what do you want from me?"

After a brief hesitation, Malfoy, who had always been good at reading the situation, quickly made the decision that felt right to him: trust Silvan.

Of course, Malfoy knew perfectly well that this supposed repayment was complete nonsense. Not even idiots like Crabbe and Goyle would believe it.

But he had no choice but to believe it—or rather, he had to force himself to believe it. Strictly speaking, this was the only chance he had to stay alive.

As a genuine Death Eater, Malfoy had come to realize just how terrifying Voldemort was—a monster utterly devoid of emotion.

The Malfoys were doomed for losing the diary. Even killing Harry Potter with his own hands would not be enough to make up for their mistake.

Unless—before Voldemort completely drained them of their value, they were killed again, just as they had been over a decade ago.

The odds were slim, but Malfoy had no choice.

"What do you want from me?" When Silvan remained silent, Draco Malfoy asked again, "The Death Eaters' plans, or the Dark Lord's whereabouts—or do you want to use me to get revenge on Crabbe and Goyle?"

"I told you, Crabbe and Goyle aren't a problem. If I wanted to, I could find them anytime."

"Then what do you want?" Draco stared at Silvan. "Don't give me that nonsense about repaying the Malfoys. I'm not Longbottom."

"Sometimes, Neville is much smarter than you." Silvan shrugged.

He had been generous for once, yet the other party did not appreciate it at all.

"Fine, as you wish—tell me where Nagini is."

"Nagini?"

"That giant snake by the Dark Lord's side. You must have seen it."

"I know. I'm just wondering why you're asking about it." Malfoy frowned. "It's