Chapter 871 - The Foretelling (1/2)
There is a stretch of silence, before Voldemort emotionlessly says, ”Lestrange,” curling his fingers at the wizard as if beckoning a temperamental pet. ”The Unspeakable has no further use, yes?” He asked as his pale unnatural fingers ċȧrėssed the wand lovingly in his hand.
The tall, thin, dark-haired figure of Rodolphus Lestrange steps forward and bȧrėly tilts his head in a bow. His cheeks are gaunter as of late and his dark eyes burn as cold and deadly as ever. ”If I may be permitted to speak plainly, Dark Lord?”
”Speak, Lestrange,” Voldemort crisply answered turning his crimson serpent gaze towards his servant.
”The Unspeakable is still required to depart from the Department of Ministries safely,” Rodolphus candidly explained. ”I understand that the Dark Lord wishes for no loose ends, but the Unspeakable cannot yet be killed. There is still further use to him.”
A loud snort is heard to the side belonging to Devante Nott. The tall wizard with a pointy chin arrogantly steps forward arching his angry-looking brows upward in a blatant fashion. ”Lestrange, you answered very much in the same manner for the pathetic guard. You have grown weak,” he smirked. ”Your weak actions cast shame upon the Dark Lord's plans.”
Rodolphus's eyes glitter with a cold burning fire. ”It is a far more foolish action to slay a weak guard in the most disordered manner as possibly by sliting the guard's throat and not even bothering to vanish the blood nor corpse away. The Auror's will most certainly realize that an internal intrusion occurred during the time of the giant's attack. Should they survive this night, they will inevitably increase the inner defenses as well. And none of the Wizengamont will protest the Minister of Magic, Eugenia's Jenkins request. Not after tonight.”
Rodolphus's lips curled into a grim snarl. ”Furthermore, the Auror's have already closed the hidden tunnels under the Ministry. A second breach will be nigh impossible without a great cost at our expense and no guarantee of success. If I did not know any better, I would believe that you wish for the Dark Lord to fail and be captured, Nott.”
Before Devante can speak in his own defense, Voldemort impatiently hisses, ”Enough!” The two wizards fall silent as Voldemort tilts his head to the side and says, ”And what do you think, Nagini?”
Both Devante and Rodolphus become stiffen at seeing the glittering serpent eyes gleam from the shadows. An exceptionally large green snake slithers out from the shadows. The serpent was as thick as a man's thɨġh with a flat head like that of a venomous viper. It had diamond patterns on its skin as it hissed in passing at the two wizards, before coiling around her kin.
Nagini hisses at her kin that the wizard should not be killed as the cold, dark one was correct even if she did not like to agree on anything with Lestrange. ”Is that so?” Voldemort murmured out loud with a trace of cold amusement. ”It would seem that Nagini agrees with you Lestrange much to her displeasure.”
”Very well, let us commence to search. We are short on time,” Voldemort icily said as Nagini slithered away and began to search. The two wizards obediently moved away while Boderic Bode remained behind staring blankly into the distance.