Chapter 266 - Acquired Knowledge (2/2)
Alphard quickly peers through each of the suspect's files and to his dismay finds but internship records while their short stay at the Ministry of Magic. He knew that all three figures upon the completion of his internship had gone into other fields. Murtaugh Burke, had gone on to train under a French alchemist, before gaining his mastery in his late twenties. And since then had made several promising discoveries in the field of medicine.
On the other hand, Linus Gamp, had purchased the Chudley Cannons. He handled the team for fun as his fortune in legal magical beast transport was his family's real source of income. And much like Gamp, Kain Shafiq returned to running the family business of exporting and importing magical textiles including rare Acromantula silk.
Alphard sighed as he tiredly closed his eyes. He knew it was foolish on his behalf to hope that it would be easy to find a clue as nothing in the records suggested anything nefarious beyond small blunders and write-ups of inexperience. But there must be some kind of clue, some tiny smidge that had been missed. With that in mind, he opens his eyes and closes the files shut. He'd have plenty of time to go page by page if needed. In the meanwhile, he would have to better deal with the growing pile of papers on his desk.
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Lord Voldemort impatiently tapped his fingers on his marble throne as dark kneeled figures dare not tremble as they kneel before him. The great doors finally open as he is unable to hide his impatience and eagerness at the sigh to the two wizards. A rather dandy wizard with silver gloves bows as the more solemn figure does the same. ”Dark Lord,” both men said in unison.
Raising his head, Pyrites flashes a debonair smile as he says, ”Apologies for our tardiness, Milord. But Lestrange and I finally have finished acquiring the much-needed invitations. Everything is now set in place and now, we but need to wait until the time is upon us.”
Lord Voldemort coolly leans back and with crimson eyes stares at the dark-haired, younger Lestrange. ”Rabastan is that true?”
”It is Dark Lord,” Rabastan solemnly vowed. ”An aspiring youth that seeks to enter your ranks was the reason for our success. He should be rewarded.”
”And he shall,” Voldemort purred. ”He shall be given the dark mark upon his departure from dear old Hogwarts.”
”How magnanimous of our Master,” Pyrites breathless said with sparkling eyes. ”Only you, Milord, would be so gracious to promising talents.”
”The pureblood youths of today are the lifeblood of our tomorrow,” Voldemort said as the kneeling Death Eater's let out cries of praise and flattery. Waving his hand at them to be silent, Voldemort says, ”Then I eagerly await the news of your success.”
”And so, it shall be, Master,” Pyrites wickedly said as Rabastan Lestrange merely nodded his head in reply. If either of the two wizards noted that there seemed to be some sort of emotion lurking in the depths of Lestrange eyes, none of them said a word about it. It was much too late now, there was no going back.