Chapter 150 – The Heist (2)
Getting into London was easier than I expected because of how the muggles traveled, skipping by any magical measures without being noticed. Maybe we are just too spoiled by teleporting to anywhere in the world to not even think about it, ignoring their world whenever possible. Oh well, I didn't really have any time to think further because when we arrived at Diagon Alley, we were stopped by two men, shrouded in black, wearing death masks. They were just as gloomy looking as the cloudy sky above us. Haah... Autumn in England does suck.
"Death Eaters... Out in the open like this? Huh." I thought, standing a step behind Volgonid and Eleonora, acting as a servant should, with my head slightly bowed.
"Stop! Identify yourselves!"
"Wherefore should I?" Volgonid asked, his air of authority already pressing down on the two idiots so firmly that I saw their legs trembling, wanting to buckle under its weight. "I waited with patience to tread upon thy land, yet after repeated denials, I am wearied. Step aside, or face death. The choice is thine!"
"Do you know... who we are?" One of the masked figures asked, making Volgonid chuckle, asking back in a cold tone, flashing his sharp teeth.
"Dost thou know who I am?"
"They don't." Echoed a new voice as a third Death Eater appeared, removing his mask and revealing a middle-aged face with black hair and a shadow of a growing beard, a look that I did not recognize. Not that I expected to, but he was clearly a higher-ranking member of Voldemort's group. "Our apologies, Count Volgonid, but it is rare to have a vampire visit us, especially when the sun is out."
"Your country is mostly cloudy anyway. Coming here, day or night, it does not really matter, does it?" Eleonora giggled while answering, making the man crack a smile and signaling the two to leave.
"That is also true. Let me introduce myself. My name is Antonin Dolohov. Are you here to visit Gringotts, Count Volgonid?" He asked politely, showing that he did know who they were.
"Wherefore doth it matter?" The Count asked back, although his aura was much more mellow and less confrontational than before.
"So that I can make my report, and we all can go on our way. You must know that our country is in a bloody civil war, and times like these are... dangerous. We are on the lookout for any suspicious, foreign, or unusual figures."