Chapter 200 - Auction Invitation Ⅱ (2/2)
”Dark Lord,” the arrogant Death Eater said as he removed his hood to reveal an arrogant pale face. Corban Yaxley's long blond hair is in a ponytail that swings against his lower back. ”I bring news, Milord.”
”At last,” Lord Voldemort impatiently said. ”Tell me, Yaxley, what joyous news do you bring?”
”I am sorry to say, Milord, but the Holy Grail search has proved in vain. Even the most unorthodox of scholars agree that it merely a muggle myth,” Yaxley replied. ”If not, Merlin himself would have taken it for himself.” Clearly that was not the answer Voldemort wanted as the room became icier.
”But I bring even better news, Dark Lord,” Yaxley said with an evil grin.
”Go on,” Voldemort said rather intrigued.
”The Goblins are holding an auction set for the 23rd of December,” Yaxley proudly stated. ”It will be the perfect time to steal the Philosopher's Stone,” causing even Voldemort to sit up.
”Its existence can be confirmed?” Voldemort breathlessly said as his nostrils flared with emotion.
”I persuaded a goblin teller to give away the number of the vault,” Yaxley sneered as he fondly stroked his wand as if recalling the torture that he inflicted upon the goblin, before obliviating the creature. He would have killed the foul creature too, but it would only serve as a determinant to his purpose. There was always next time through.
Voldemort begins to chuckle as the rest of the Death Eater's follow his lead and begin to as well. ”Most Excellent, Yaxley, you've done well,” Voldemort purred. ”You shall be rewarded by given the opportunity to prove yourself. Bring me the philosopher's stone.”
”As you wish, Dark Lord,” Yaxley said with a cold smile directed at the figure of Rabastan Lestrange amid the Death Eaters. Rabastan held the Dark Lord's favor for now, but soon that would change. He'd make sure that he would be the one to be so joyfully favored.
”You may choose who will accompany you,” Voldemort graciously said as he ran his eyes over the eager Death Eater's.
Yaxley runs over his eyes over the Death Eaters. Someone who would be of use but would not steal his thunder. After a few minutes, he finally says, ”Jugson, Selwyn and Travers.”
All three Death Eater's stepped forward as Jugson eagerly grips his wand, while Selwyn in a cruel harsh voice says, ”It will be an honor, Yaxley to serve our master with thee.” Yaxley hides a smirk at seeing the obvious displeasure of Selwyn to be serving under him.
Tall, thin with a crown of bushy beard, Travers merely gazes down at him via his long sharp nose. ”Shall we retire to another part of the manor to begin planning?” Travers said in a cool voice that countered his rough-looking appearance.
”Dark Lord with your permission, we shall depart from your presence,” Yaxley said as he paused to wait for a response.
”Go,” Voldemort dismissed them with a wave of his hand as the four Death Eater's depart from his view with Yaxley before them. Either way, his wishes were to be fulfilled one way or another. And that was all that truly mattered.