Corban Yaxley did not believe for a moment that Will was a spy. If he were, would he have worked so tirelessly to resurrect the Dark Lord? Would he have tried to kill Harry Potter with every move?
Once Luther learned what Will was truly capable of, he seemed to lose his nerve. He had indeed begun to consider apologizing to Will.
More than anything, though, Luther cursed his own rotten luck. Who could have imagined that a Muggle-born boy would grow this powerful in just a few years?
Of course, Luther's decision was mostly about self-preservation. If he had a choice, he really did not want to back down.
But the situation soon took a turn—for Luther, at least.
The next day, the Death Eaters began their "operation." Following their superiors' plans, they set out for different locations.
On the surface, their assignments were to "attack wizarding villages," "raid Ministry of Magic offices in various districts," "assault dragon-breeding grounds," and "slaughter Muggle towns."
In reality, it was all for show. Different captains were simply leading the Death Eaters to other bases.
Strictly speaking, it was not an entirely fake operation. One group of Death Eaters did head to a Giant settlement to seek cooperation.
Several "observer teams," made up of capable Death Eaters, went to those wizarding villages, Ministry of Magic offices, dragon-breeding grounds, and Muggle towns.
Their job was to see which places had been put under protection.
The other Death Eaters discovered only after arriving that the operation was not what they had imagined. But with the Death Eaters' middle and senior ranks at the destinations to explain that "this really is a drill," nothing went wrong.
There was no fighting and no long-distance march. The Death Eaters were a ragtag outfit, but they could manage a