Chapter 172 – Voldemort vs Everybody (1)
"There is a great movement within both sides." I explained while taking sips from my morning coffee, sitting in our conference room. "People from both sides have been telling us the same thing: there is something going on, and they are preparing to clash."
"What about the Hermione girl and Krum?" Professor Lockhart asked, making Quincy and I exchange glances.
"No reports so far. The last time they contacted us was when they told Luna they were leaving for France. I am giving them a bit more time; if they never reconnect with us, it is what it is." I replied, remaining calm.
"Conrad is right." Quincy nodded, "We are doing fine without them, and we will do only a bit better with them. There is no change in our plans. We must focus on the fact that both sides know things are getting hot, especially on the Death Eater's side... There are dozens of young witches and wizards taking our bribes and deals. They are unlucky people who just graduated and were conscripted into the Death Eaters without question. They are eager to escape, fleeing like rats scurrying off from a sinking ship."
"The big families only enjoyed HIS rule while it wasn't affecting them negatively," Professor Slughorn sighed while explaining, "Until it was about their benefits. Now that their children and wealth are being pooled together and used wantonly, they are no longer so gung-ho about purity and all that, hm? It is sad to see..."
"It is, but I think it will change after this." Grindelwald interjected, slowly opening his eyes, "I don't think the Wizarding World will be the same after this and will no longer separate based on bloodlines."
"I do hope so." I agreed, nodding my head, "I would much rather see people being judged by their talents and actions than their origin."
I was about to continue when suddenly an owl flew against our window, knocking on it with its beak. It was surprising to see it because we rarely got them, but there were cells within our informants who had a few. They were trained to find this place and only used it when it was imperative to let us know as soon as possible. Letting him in and taking the letter from his claws, I unfurled it with haste, raising my eyebrows because it was a copy of our own newspaper.
"Look at this... fake." I mumbled, throwing it onto the table and letting them examine and check it while I began reading the second letter that was attached to it.