Chapter 780: A Show of Power
In a way, Death Eaters were remarkably stubborn. Out of fear of Voldemort, they rarely gave up useful information to the Ministry of Magic unless Legilimency or Veritaserum was involved.
The ones captured this time were no different. Even bound and restrained, they all maintained the same defiant stance—silent, heads held high, as if daring their captors to do their worst. It was clear they believed Mr. Weasley wouldn’t resort to torture.
And they were right. Mr. Weasley would never do such a thing.
But there were always exceptions.
"So, you were just sent to cause chaos in Diagon Alley, and you know nothing else. Is that correct?"
When Kyle returned, he walked in on a rather unsettling scene.
Mr. Weasley was crouched down, speaking to a severed head. The headless body lay just a few feet away, under the watch of a nearby shopkeeper.
"Yes! I’ve told you three times already—that’s all we know!" The head’s voice wavered, almost on the verge of tears. "Please, put me back together! It really hurts!"
"No rush," Mr. Weasley replied evenly. "As far as I know, Splinching from Apparition can last about thirty minutes, and right now..." He glanced at his watch. "We still have seven minutes left for our little chat."
"No, please... You said that was just an estimate... It really hurts..."
"We truly don’t know anything else... Oh, wait—Lord Yaxley sent us..." The man’s voice grew fainter. "And Lord Lestrange... They both seemed in a hurry... Before they left, they said—"