Chapter 443 - Professor Lye’s Corroboration (2/2)
The Auror's blankly are left staring at her departing figure as Auror Scrimgeour mutters, ”Well at least you would be able to tell if she was polyjuiced. I would say, she is a good bet for the position and better than most.”
”Why yes, I do believe I shall take Miss Prince up on her offer,” Dumbledore assented in logical agreement. That would certainly solve one problem over the summer. And more if he was truthful to himself.
The five men turn to stare at Pyrites before them who flashes them a cold, bloodthirsty smile. ”Auror's shall we be on merry way to Azkaban?”
”Where is Professor Lye?” Auror Fabian Prewett asked.
”Who?” Pyrites feigned innocence.
”The retired Auror whom you're pretending to be!” Auror Gideon Prewett snapped.
”Ah, him,” Pyrites said as though he recalled a memory from long ago. ”Oh, dead in a ditch somewhere. I couldn't very well leave him alive now, could I? You'll find his corpse in the Forbidden Forest if it hasn't already been eaten by the beasts.”
Alastor Moody motions for the Prewett brothers to go and confirm his story. The two brothers quickly leave as only Dumbledore, Auror Moody and Auror Scrimgeour are left with the prisoner. ”I say, Professor, have anything to eat? I'm simply famished,” Pyrites charmingly requested as though he was at some social event.
Scrimgeour narrows his eyes at Pyrites and once upon a time would have exploded at him. Since then he'd learned to manage his temper. But still, this bastard rubbed him all in the wrong ways.
Half an hour later, both Prewett brothers returned. Fabian quietly says, ”We found the corpse and placed it beside Hagrid's cabin. He's keeping watch over the deceased Lye.”
”Oh, what a shame,” Pyrites mournfully said. ”I did so think the Thestral's might eat him. I guess the creatures are much more picker than I previously thought.” Gideon clenches his mouth shut lest he rise to Pyrites jabs.
”Enough, Pyrites,” Dumbledore said as Pyrites merely tilted his head as if hurt.
Alastor clears his throat and says, ”Pyrites, given that you have sworn an unbreakable oath, we have but one more question for you.”
”Yes?”
”The one you serve goes by the name of the Dark Lord-,” Alastor paused with distaste, before adding, ”-and Lord Voldemort?”
”Very good, Auror Moody,” Pyrites said in delight. ”Indeed, that is the name of my master. He's glorious beyond name and will assure in a new era. An era which has never been seen before and which the likes will never exist again.”
”He's got that right,” Gideon muttered under his breath.
”Then that will be all,” Alastor said. ”We'll be taking Pyrites to the holding cells until he's sentenced. He'll be going straight to Azkaban for the murder of Lye.”
”Oh, I'm so scarred,” Pyrites mocked them.
The four Auror's ignored him as they hauled him to his feet and out the door. Alastor nods to Dumbledore before leaving promising no doubt to keep him informed. With a quiet creak the door closes shut leaving Dumbledore at his desk. He tiredly arose to open the cabinet door.