Chapter 776: The True Target of the Death Eaters
Kyle had hoped he was just overthinking it.
After all, the news that followed suggested there had only ever been two so-called Death Eaters in Little Whinging and Privet Drive—the ones Tonks had distracted. Or rather, they weren’t even true Death Eaters at all.
Once everyone had left, Tonks returned to Privet Drive with a few Aurors and easily captured them. No reinforcements arrived, no Death Eaters came to their aid. Under interrogation, the two revealed they had been in Cornwall just a few days earlier. Admirers of Voldemort, they had sought to join the Death Eaters, and their first assigned task had been spying on Harry Potter.
In other words, they were nothing more than disposable pawns, given a meaningless mission that cost nothing. They knew nothing, and they weren’t even sure who to report to if anything unexpected happened—because no one had contacted them since their arrival.
No wonder everyone had made it through unscathed. The Death Eaters had never even been there. Every plan they had made—every precaution, every maneuver, even their use of the Portkey—had been a battle against an enemy that didn’t exist.
Kyle wasn’t the only one who sensed something was off. The once lively atmosphere had died the moment Tonks finished speaking, leaving the room steeped in silent contemplation.
"Isn’t this great?"
Ron, however, remained unfazed. He grinned and said cheerfully, "It means the false information we planted worked. You-Know-Who must have thought we weren’t going to take Harry until the 30th."
Beside him, Mundungus nodded in agreement. As far as he was concerned, the absence of danger was a good thing—so why was everyone acting so tense?
But no one else shared his optimism.
Everyone in the room had dealt with Death Eaters before. They knew that if Voldemort had truly intended to make a move on Harry, there was no way it would have gone unnoticed. Even if they had been misled by the false intelligence, they would have responded by now.