Chapter 477 - Ambush Ⅱ (2/2)
On the outskirts of a little-known muggle town by the name of Sharmourn is an old manor belonging to the Gibbon family. Not much was known about the owners beyond that they hated by the village. The villagers wisely kept to themselves for generations and the Gibbon's in turn left them alone.
The dark manor is surrounded by overgrown bushes, vine covered gates, and a twisting winding road that led up to the manor through the woods. A very adapt description of the place would have been creepy or even haunted. But worst of all on the outskirts behind the manor were the tombs of the Gibbon family for countless generations. For even the dead of the Gibbon family remained behind as if to scream and declare this was their land.
Inside are the Death Eater's, who are currently being tended for wounds. In other rooms, some Death Eater's get themselves drunk in anger, while others sip at their drinks in worry. The Dark Lord would be returning with any luck soon and hopefully then there would be good news.
In a room separated from the rest stand the two figures of two men. They both stand at the dark window staring out the decrepit graveyard down below. The arrogant figure of Dolohov sneered cruelly and says, ”So, I take it that the diversion was indeed successful?”
”Yes,” Rodolphus coolly replied. ”I managed to place one of the Auror's under the Imperius Curse.”
”May I know who?” Dolohov smirked. ”I'd hate to kill the spy the next time around.”
”It is of no concern to you,” Rodolphus coldly countered. ”The spy is expendable, you are not.”
”Naturally,” Dolohov said in satisfaction as he saw a bird land on a tombstone only to be eaten by one of the vines. ”Well, I suppose that puts a midnight walk among the tombstones right out of the question.”
”Yes, well, no accounting for taste,” Rodolphus murmured.
”Well, then shall we start the show?” Dolohov remarked as he pulled out his wand.
Rodolphus does not reply and instead points his Wand at Dolohov and blasts him right through the door. Dolohov lets out a pained grunt as he slides into the floor with the wind knocked right out of him. Served him right for being such an evil bugger.
The Death Eaters rush down the hallway to see Rodolphus standing over the dazed form of Dolohov in the hallway. ”If I catch you ever questioning me again, Dolohov, I'll see to it that you are dead,” Rodolphus frigidly promised.
The Death Eaters hastily move out of the way as Rodolphus makes his way past them with his robes flapping behind him. They are all quiet and pale to only see Dolohov snarling to his feet. ”Get back to your rooms!” Dolohov roared as the Death Eaters beat a hasty retreat.
Dolohov licks the blood from the edge of his mouth, where he bit his mouth as he slammed into the wall. ”You'll pay for this Lestrange,” Dolohov vowed, before storming away.
None of the Death Eaters were brave enough to confront either men much less ask what the argument had been about. They were fanatics, yes. But even they were not that stupid.