I really need to find a way, Voldemort thought in the dim room.
The mole among the Death Eaters had been giving him headaches lately, especially since he still had no evidence that could conclusively identify the infiltrator.
All he could do was use the simplest method: divide them into groups and test them one batch at a time. It was a stupid way to find a mole.
So although he had purged quite a few people, Voldemort still felt there was a problem within his ranks.
At least the few people close to him had been cleared of suspicion. Will had taken that pile of Soul Studies books to the school, and nothing had gone wrong after all this time. That alone ruled out Lucius and Rock Rowle.
Voldemort was considering whom to test next when Lucius and Yaxley entered the room one after the other. A well-dressed, middle-aged Pure-blood Wizard came in last.
The three knelt on one knee before Voldemort, and Lucius spoke first.
"Great Master, I have tallied and consolidated all the businesses, wealth, and treasures offered by the Parkinson family," Lucius said with extreme care. "It is proof of the Parkinson family's loyalty to you."
Voldemort looked at the well-dressed middle-aged man behind Lucius. He was Wander Parkinson, the current head of the Parkinson family.
"Master, the Parkinson family's loyalty to you will stand for all time." Cold sweat had already formed on Wander's forehead. Of course he was not that loyal. Otherwise, he would not have handed over most of the family fortune just to win Voldemort's favor.
"Mm." Voldemort gave a grunt and said nothing more.
Yaxley, beside him, continued, "Master, one of your servants has investigated the Hall of Prophecy. It sustained some damage when the Time Room exploded, and some prophecies