"Master, your loyal servant has returned."
At Malfoy Manor, Yaxley knelt inside a hidden chamber.
A cold, oppressive air filled the room. Voldemort sat in a high-backed chair at the head of a long table and closed his book.
Voldemort glanced at him. "How did it go?"
Yaxley pressed his forehead to the cold marble floor, his voice fervent.
"Master, we have taken complete control of Knockturn Alley. Some wizards fled, but the vast majority have submitted.
As for your followers who arrived from other countries, we have settled them in the inns of Knockturn Alley. They await your orders.
Your servants are searching every shop in Knockturn Alley from top to bottom, but..."
He paused before continuing cautiously. "We have yet to find the two [items] you wanted."
Voldemort said nothing. The atmosphere in the chamber grew heavy, filling Yaxley with terror.
"However," Yaxley added hastily, trying to salvage the situation, "as you ordered, we have identified the wizarding families capable of making [Invisibility Cloaks].
We have a plan to capture them. I assure you, they will be brought before you soon."
Voldemort remained silent, apparently thinking. After a moment, he said in a rasping voice, "Well done. Go on.
What is happening at the Ministry of Magic?"
Relieved, Yaxley delivered the most important piece of intelligence he had brought that day.
"Also, Master, our last few agents inside the Ministry of Magic have confirmed something important.
The Aurors are now learning an entirely new system of spells on a large scale."
"Oh?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Tell me."
"They call it [Origin Spells]," Yaxley said gravely. "According to our agents, Auror Command is making them mandatory throughout its ranks."
"Origin Spells?" Voldemort frowned and searched his memory for the term. What