"Lord Dismask, this seems rather different from what you agreed to before, doesn't it?" In a rarely visited mountain hut were Voldemort and the nine Death Eaters he had rescued from the Ministry of Magic.
Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Rabastan Lestrange-Rodolphus Lestrange's brother, and the only one who had been unable to fight when he was rescued.
Mulciber and the Carrow siblings, Wormtail, Rookwood, and Corban Yaxley-the former second-in-command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the only Death Eater besides Wormtail who had not escaped from Azkaban in January.
All nine Death Eaters stood behind Voldemort, glaring angrily at the people opposite them.
Their objection was not to those people themselves, but to their attitude. They could not accept anyone treating their master with such casual disrespect.
Only three people stood opposite them.
Had Harry been there, he would probably have found all three familiar.
Allen Dismask, otherwise known as Lord Club King; the handsome, white-haired Lord Red King; and Gladys Gageon, Hogwarts's Divination professor, who was still in office but was already confirmed not to be staying on next year.
All three wore gentle smiles with a slight hint of apology. Yet it was still apparent that, despite their expressions of apology, none of them particularly cared about Voldemort's anger.
"Lord Dark Lord, we did everything we could to block the transmission of information for you." Red King spread his hands. Though he appeared composed, his eyes remained fixed on Voldemort, their depths constantly watchful.
As far as fear went, Red King Toreador, ranked second among the organization's Twelve Councilors, did not consider himself afraid of Voldemort.
Of course he could not beat him in a fight. Never mind him-even the four Inspectors or the two Jokers would not dare claim they could handle Voldemort. But