Chapter 477 - Ambush Ⅱ

Once all the captured Death Eater prisoners are transported to the Ministry, the Death Eaters are taken down to the holding cells to be interrogated. Percius Clements allowed Dawlish to remain behind to observe, while he went to report to the head of the Auror's, Bob Oden. Ogden would be rather pleased at the success of the raid.

As Percius made his way through the Auror cubicle area more than one Auror openly grinned at him and gave him a nod and smile of approval. Finally, the Auror's were starting to grab hold of the bastards responsible for the attacks against wizarding society. The Auror's did not clap as they were still on duty, but once off duty, they'd be able to cheer loudly as much as they wanted. (And those that had been part of the surprise assault would be invited to a local pub to drink and celebrate!)

Percius carefully knocks on the door to the Head of the Auror department, Bob Ogden. "Enter," said the firm voice.

"Yes, sir," Percius instantly replies before stepping inside.

Percius does blink at finding the Minister of Magic already waiting inside but does not react beyond that. "Sir, I have come to give my report."

Bob Ogden, a short, plump man with enormous thick glasses smirks. "Go on, Auror Clements. The Minister and I are most eager to hear of your success. The gossip has already made its way here." Which is true for the Auror's are notorious gossips for being a law enforcement department.

"Thank you, sir," Percius said, before standing straight with his hands behind his back.

"The new Animagus Police Department also known as A.P.D. is showing its unbelievable improvement in regard to law improvement," Percius proudly declared. "Small time crime rates have dropped by over forty-two percent, and as for any type of muggle incident be it mere pranks or more serious incident are down by over sixty percent. Not to mention that our intelligence department has been forced hire more than two dozen office workers to handle the sheer volume of information that is coming in, and ensure that it is appropriately sorted and categorized.

The A.P.D. not only has increased Auror efficiency by over seventy percent. All credit is to be properly credited to the members of the A.P.D as they are solely responsible for the lead that led to the successful raid of today. If anything else, this proves that efficiency of the new department and the Minister of Magic's excellent foresight."

The stout witch with her hair in a bun smiles in approval. "Indeed, most excellent results," Minister of Magic Eugenia Jenkins said.

"And what of tonight's mission, Clements?" Ogden interrupted.

"I was getting there, sir," Percius patiently explained. "We suffered no fatalities though there were several wounded. Despite being unable to capture the entire so called, "Death Eaters," we've managed to capture and wound eleven individuals. They are currently being held in detention and are currently being interrogated. Hopefully one of them will be sufficiently high up the ranks to reveal pertinent information on the on goings of their Dark Lord and more."

"I will eagerly await the results," Ogden said with a bright spark in his eyes.

Minister Eugenia Jenkins says, "In that case, I'd like to hold a news conference tomorrow morning and convey the good news to the public. I trust that you'll be present, Ogden?" It wasn't a question; it was an order.

"Yes, Minister, I shall be in attendance," Ogden unhappily replied, before gesturing for Auror Clements to depart. He and the Minister had many more topics to cover. And which of Clements had no further business listening too.

*

On the outskirts of a little-known muggle town by the name of Sharmourn is an old manor belonging to the Gibbon family. Not much was known about the owners beyond that they hated by the village. The villagers wisely kept to themselves for generations and the Gibbon's in turn left them alone.

The dark manor is surrounded by overgrown bushes, vine covered gates, and a twisting winding road that led up to the manor through the woods. A very adapt description of the place would have been creepy or even haunted. But worst of all on the outskirts behind the manor were the tombs of the Gibbon family for countless generations. For even the dead of the Gibbon family remained behind as if to scream and declare this was their land.

Inside are the Death Eater's, who are currently being tended for wounds. In other rooms, some Death Eater's get themselves drunk in anger, while others sip at their drinks in worry. The Dark Lord would be returning with any luck soon and hopefully then there would be good news.

In a room separated from the rest stand the two figures of two men. They both stand at the dark window staring out the decrepit graveyard down below. The arrogant figure of Dolohov sneered cruelly and says, "So, I take it that the diversion was indeed successful?"

"Yes," Rodolphus coolly replied. "I managed to place one of the Auror's under the Imperius Curse."

"May I know who?" Dolohov smirked. "I'd hate to kill the spy the next time around."

"It is of no concern to you," Rodolphus coldly countered. "The spy is expendable, you are not."

"Naturally," Dolohov said in satisfaction as he saw a bird land on a tombstone only to be eaten by one of the vines. "Well, I suppose that puts a midnight walk among the tombstones right out of the question."

"Yes, well, no accounting for taste," Rodolphus murmured.

"Well, then shall we start the show?" Dolohov remarked as he pulled out his wand.

Rodolphus does not reply and instead points his Wand at Dolohov and blasts him right through the door. Dolohov lets out a pained grunt as he slides into the floor with the wind knocked right out of him. Served him right for being such an evil bugger.

The Death Eaters rush down the hallway to see Rodolphus standing over the dazed form of Dolohov in the hallway. "If I catch you ever questioning me again, Dolohov, I'll see to it that you are dead," Rodolphus frigidly promised.

The Death Eaters hastily move out of the way as Rodolphus makes his way past them with his robes flapping behind him. They are all quiet and pale to only see Dolohov snarling to his feet. "Get back to your rooms!" Dolohov roared as the Death Eaters beat a hasty retreat.

Dolohov licks the blood from the edge of his mouth, where he bit his mouth as he slammed into the wall. "You'll pay for this Lestrange," Dolohov vowed, before storming away.

None of the Death Eaters were brave enough to confront either men much less ask what the argument had been about. They were fanatics, yes. But even they were not that stupid.