Chapter 673 - The Master’s Return Ⅷ (1/2)
Pensively returning to himself, Voldemort eyes Lestrange with sincere contemplation in his mind. ”You mentioned in your letters that there was a great cause of joy for our cause, but never spoke of that which the gift was, Lestrange. What is it that which ye dared not write in the letter?”
”During the Auror's attack after Milord's departure, I managed to place an Auror under the Imperius curse and planted our very own spy in their midst,” Rodolphus explained. ”The spy has subtly, but steadily been providing information which we can use.”
”Excellent news, Lestrange. You have always been one of my best followers,” Voldemort said with a pleased expression. ”You shall be rewarded in ample time for your fidelity.”
”Thank you for your magnanimous thought Dark Lord, but none is required at this time,” Rodolphus firmly stated. ”It is my solemn duty to do so.”
”Mm,” Voldemort murmured in agreement, before turning his crimson gaze upon the icy, impassive visage of Lestrange. ”I do not wish for such an exquisite lineage as the Lestrange line to end in my time. Do consider taking a wife again, Lestrange, and impregnating her in short order.”
Rodolphus is unable to hide his stiffening, before forcibly relaxing. ”It has not yet been five years of proper mourning for Bellatrix, Milord, please allow me a little more time. And in due course, I shall comply with the Dark Lord's wishes.”
”Very well, Lestrange, I shall adhere to your request,” Voldemort dismissively said, ”but only until the five years are up. I expect for a wife to be selected from among the families of our fellow Death Eaters to continue the Lestrange lineage.”
”As you wish, Milord,” Rodolphus reflexively answered making no true promises of his own. ”Is that all, Dark Lord?”
Voldemort dismisses Lestrange with a curt gesture. Lestrange bows stiffly and moves to depart, when Voldemort suddenly adds, ”However, there is something of value that needs to be immediately reacquired for me, Lestrange.”
”Yes, Dark Lord?” Rodolphus asked with hidden reservations as he turned to face Voldemort once more.
”I entrusted Bellatrix with a golden cup before her death,” Voldemort murmured. ”I wish for it to be retrieved from her dowry vault and returned to me.”
”Bellatrix dowry vault has since reverted and returned to the Black family,” Rodolphus truthfully answered causing Voldemort's face to become frigid with a hint of anger.
”However, I am certain that Walburga or Orion will for old times' sake permit a single visit under the illusion of retrieving a Lestrange heirloom,” Rodolphus carefully spun his lie. Certainly, his ex-in-laws would permit the visit, but there would be nothing to retrieve as in his own search before the reversion of the vault he had not found said cup among Bellatrix's possessions. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%E2%80%99s-return-%E2%85%B7_52028570066805945 for visiting.
Satisfied with Lestrange's response, Voldemort says, ”That is all, Lestrange. But do try to enjoy the festivities, you have been sullen as of late.”
Lestrange stiffly bows again, before swiftly departing leaving only Voldemort alone with Nagini. With the departure of Lestrange, Nagini slowly uncoils and hisses, ”That man is most dangerous, kin.”