Chapter 1174 (1/2)

On a narrow, moonlit path, two men appeared out of thin air a few yards apart.

They stood motionless and motionless, pointing their wands at each other's chests; soon they recognized each other, put their wands under their robes, and sped in the same direction.

”Any news?” Asked the tall man of the two.

”Great news,” replied Severus Snape, gloomily.

On the left side of the path was covered with thick, low brambles, while on the right was a tall, neatly trimmed hedge.

The two were moving forward, their robes flapping their ankles.

”I thought I was going to be late,” said Yaxley, his clumsy figure looming out from time to time by the branches above. ”It's harder than I thought, but I hope he'll be satisfied. Sounds like you're confident about your meeting? ”

Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned into a wide lane on the right and left the path. The high hedge turned with them, and a gorgeous iron door stood in front of them in the distance, but neither of them stopped.

In the silence, they raised their left hand as if in salute, and went straight through the iron gate, the black metal as if it were just a cloud of smoke. The noise of the yew hedge obscured the footsteps of the two men.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound on their right, and Yaxley drew out his wand, raised it over his companion's head, and aimed at the sound. But it was only the sound of a white peacock strutting at the top of the hedge.

”Lucius always makes himself too comfortable. Peacock... ” With a heavy snort, Yaxley thrust his wand back into his cloak. At the end of the road, a stately mansion flashed out of the dark night, and there was a little light in the diamond windows downstairs.

In the dark yard, there is a fountain spraying water. Snape and Yaxley sped to the front door, and the gravel crackled under their feet. The door opened, though they didn't see anyone coming.

The corridor was wide, dimly lit but lavishly decorated, and the stone floor was covered with gorgeous carpets. As Snape and Yaxley strode across the corridor, the pale faced statues on the walls were staring at them.

They stopped in front of the heavy wooden door leading to the next house, calming their breath, and Snape turned the brass handle with his intact arm.

There were people sitting at the gorgeous long tables in the lounge, all silent. The furniture in the room was randomly stacked against the wall. The fire in the marble fireplace is the only light source in the room. There is a gilded mirror above the fireplace.

Snape and Yaxley lingered at the door for a moment, and as their eyes adapted to the dim light, they were attracted by a very strange scene: an unconscious man was hanging upside down over the table, spinning slowly, as if he were tied by an invisible rope, reflected in the mirror and the polished table top.

However, all the people present did not look at him, except for a pale young man, who almost sat directly under him, as if he could not help looking at him every few minutes.

”Yaxley, Snape” table came a clear high voice, but listen carefully, but it makes people feel chilly, emphasis with a unique snake's hiss, ”you are going to be late, my friend.”

The speaker was sitting in front of the fireplace, so the two newcomers could only discern his outline at a glance. As they approached, they finally saw his face, which glowed in the dark. It was a hairless, snake like face. His nostrils were a thin line, and the pupils of his scarlet eyes became a thin line.

He was so pale, as pale as the glimmer of pearls.