Chapter 1366 The smell of conspiracy
This short gathering ended quickly. After the other Death Eaters left, Yaxley left Snape alone to talk about the topic just now.
“You don’t like this?”
He personally poured Snape a glass of red wine.
"The black market trading has caused a lot of trouble recently. I think we should stop the losses in time." Snape politely took the glass of wine, but seemed to have no intention of drinking it.
“I would like to, but the Dark Lord doesn’t like losers. I’ve already messed up once before, and I can’t fail again, otherwise…”
Yaxley really doesn’t want to become the next Lucius, so he must deal with the black market problem before Voldemort comes back.
"That might make things worse." Snape said softly, staring at the glass of red wine in his hand. "You should be wary of Albert Anderson."
"Do you think this matter is probably the conspiracy of the mudblood?" Yaxley raised his eyebrows slightly. He did put the blame on the mudblood, but it didn't mean that he really felt that the matter had something to do with him.
"I don't know, but we had a fierce conflict with dark wizards from abroad, and many people died on both sides. Don't you think this kind of thing is ridiculous?" Snape reminded, but he actually knew that he could not convince Yak. Seeley, but still remind the other party at the right time.
"I don't know, maybe you are right, but...I have no choice." Yaxley stared into Snape's eyes and said, "Severus, I hope you can help each other, now There aren’t many old guys left alive.”
"We do that all the time, but you should know that I can't help you much except verbal support!" Snape put down his glass and said to Yaxley: "If something really happens, you can go to Hog Watts came to me.”
“Is this really related to that mudblood?” Yaxley suddenly had a bad feeling.
To be honest, although Yaxley often calls Albert a mudblood, he is still very afraid of being tricked by him.
As Snape said, this dispute was an anomaly.
Dark wizards actually started killing each other, which was absolutely abnormal in Britain where the Dark Lord ruled.
Did you really fall into that mudblood’s trap?
Yaxley seemed to smell a conspiracy. What if... He quickly shook off those ridiculous thoughts in his head and began to make subsequent arrangements.
Even if it is really a trap, the plan will still go on.
Yaxley never allowed himself to fail.
As long as the group of foreign dark wizards are completely defeated, the black market problem in Hogsmeade will basically be solved.
As a result, other Death Eaters and wizards who had taken refuge with the Dark Lord were forced to get busy to prevent a sneak attack from the Dark Wizard.
But the Death Eaters' vigilance seemed to be a joke, because no foreign dark wizards came to Hogsmeade to cause trouble from the beginning to the end. Instead, some wizards from other countries came to the black market to trade after hearing about the reputation. Everything seemed to be over. Back to normal again.
Even the Pig Head Bar has become lively again.
No, it should be said that the Pig's Head Bar has been very popular with dark wizards from the beginning, but the owner Aberforth doesn't seem to care too much about it, and starts driving people out just after ten o'clock every day.
“Ariana, what do you think that guy wants to do?”
Abforth, who was just about to go back to his bedroom to rest, received a message from the Order of the Phoenix, reminding him that Hogsmeade would be attacked by dark wizards from abroad tonight, and asked him to take valuables and evacuate to avoid them. As a result, he suffered unforeseen disasters.
Aberforth had actually learned this from the Death Eaters who came to drink in the Hog's Head pub: there would be a curfew in Hogsmeade tonight to prevent despicable outsiders from coming for revenge.
Despicable outsider?
This adjective may not be appropriate.
At least in Abforth's view, the Death Eaters' series of actions were even more despicable. He witnessed Percival's tragic death at the time.
He just said that the outsiders would come to avenge Percival, which he did not want to believe in any case.
Then the only possibility is that someone deliberately caused a conflict between the two parties.
It’s really satisfying.
Abforth mumbled and picked up the photo frame on the wooden table, took the recently earned Galleons and a large amount of food, and went straight into the secret passage to Hogwarts. He estimated that the group of outsiders would be motivated by revenge. They came to Hogsmeade to rob someone, probably hoping to make some extra money before leaving.
I don’t know if the little money I left can satisfy the group of dark wizards.
As for the foreign dark wizards driving away the Death Eaters and continuing to occupy Hogsmeade, I believe that after the last experience, no one will have such stupid ideas.
As the night progresses, the vigil continues.
However, the Death Eaters responsible for staying behind had already relaxed their vigilance. They were playing cards and enjoying late-night snacks, betting on whether the group of outsiders would really appear.
However, the news they received seemed to be false.
The Death Eaters waited until late at night, but still no one was seen, even the replacements had already arrived.
As if all this is just to scare themselves.
Of course, the Death Eaters who stay in Hogsmeade don't have to worry, because there are actually many Dementors around to help patrol. For dark wizards who cannot summon a Patronus, being targeted by a large number of Dementors is also a problem. .
The dark wizard named Percival was so powerful that he was killed by them.
If the mudblood named Albert Anderson wasn't so powerful, they would have wanted to use similar methods to deal with him.
Unfortunately, that guy's patron saint is too powerful, and even the dementors are unwilling to get close.
As the time approached dawn, the leading Death Eaters became more and more cautious. After all, they carried out sneak attacks while the other party was sleeping.
“Those people probably won’t come.”
In the brightly lit Three Broomsticks bar, a Death Eater spread out the cards in his hand and announced to several people around him, "I win this round."
"No, they will come!" Rudolf said firmly, "Because those guys want to make one last fortune before leaving England, so I'm sure they will come."
"Come on, Rudolph." The Death Eaters at the other table laughed at themselves, "We hope they will be successful later, and maybe we can make a fortune too."
In fact, no one present felt that the group of dark wizards from various European countries could unite. Even if they really came to Hogsmeade to rob, they would only be a few people secretly retaliating against them, but there are more than a dozen people here, and Yaxley's people can use the Floo Network or Apparition reinforcements at any time. Hogsmeade.
“Last drink, don’t drink too much or you’ll miss something.”
Gargson was one of the few remaining senior Eaters and was entrusted with important tasks by Yaxley. He did not want to make the same mistake as last time.
However, as soon as Gagson finished speaking, a dark wizard suddenly fell on the table, seemingly asleep.
Such an abnormal thing immediately aroused Gagson's vigilance. The dark wizards who had drank the last glass of good wine actually fell asleep one by one.
This scene shocked everyone around.
“Enemy attack!”
The Three Broomsticks bar was instantly in chaos.
The dark wizards raised their wands to alert the surroundings. After people checked the drinks they had just drank, they all cast suspicious glances at Gargson.
“Idiot, do you suspect that I added the decoction of living **** to the wine?”
Gargson was furious. After looking around carefully and confirming that there were no enemies around, he yelled at a Death Eater beside him: "What are you doing standing still here? Tell Yaxley what's going on here and let him He sent more helpers over."
Others also came to their senses, followed Gagson's command, and formed a team to find the dementors.
They need the help of dementors.
Not long after Gargson led people away from the Three Broomsticks Bar, Rudolph, who had pretended to have fainted from drinking, got up again. He quickly walked outside the Three Broomsticks Bar, raised his wand and released red sparks into the sky. .
The feast tonight has just begun.
(End of this chapter)