HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 67 - Consequences.

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Third Person POV

Hogwarts.

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"What are you saying?!" A man with white hair growled, not appearing old, just a middle-aged man with unique platinum hair.

Facing him was an old house-elf, one that belonged to the Malfoys, coming to deliver news when another house-elf appeared on the property requesting a summons from his master.

"The Dark Lord wants an urgent meeting, most of the wizards who went to Hogsmeade are dead, and the few that survived are being taken to Azkaban," the elf said, trembling in fear of Lord Malfoy's wrath. "The Death Eaters are all being summoned." He spoke before his eyes opened wide, glowing as they reflected the green spell that flew towards him at that moment.

Abraxas Malfoy watched his house-elf be killed by the killing curse that struck him, infuriated that his subordinates had fallen in battle. People he had instructed to follow his orders like soldiers of the Malfoys, who he had made available for Voldemort to launch a first attack in Hogsmeade.

"How were they killed?!" It was a blow against the power of the family, he exclaimed with rage and looked at the body of the dead elf before sighing and leaving his room, picking up a dark cloak and heading to the meeting of the Death Eaters.

This man was a strong adherent of the pure-blood ideology, the Malfoys always a family that taught to be strict to those involved, the family tradition was to hold high positions in magical society and a lofty name, Abraxas himself had managed to remove Noby Leach with a dark scheme from his position, the first wizard of Muggle origin to assume the highest office within the Ministry of Magic.

He donned the black cloak with the skull mask, and disappeared the next moment, while he was in a completely dark setting as they met in an old castle.

There were dozens of people like Abraxas dressed as Death Eaters, looking at the table, while they talked to each other about the incident in Hogsmeade, almost 60 dark wizards had been taken from their ranks by someone unknown that even the Ministry of Magic couldn't explain what happened.

"They were all killed!"

"My uncle, he's an auror, he informed that everyone was eliminated by blade cuts, can you believe that?"

"Like how those Muggles used to fight in old times?!"

"This is absurd."

"Who did this, I heard it was just one person!"

"We should kill him, whoever it is, he's a threat!"

"How could he go against the Dark Lord!"

"Silence."

The last to speak was the hooded man at the end of the table, while everyone immediately fell silent and their eyes turned to the table's direction.

"No point in complaining at this moment," Voldemort spoke calmly while no one else even breathed just for him to talk.

"I want to know exactly who did this, there shouldn't be anyone with such great ability to eliminate several wizards in battles... I want to know exactly who this person is," he spoke directly.

"This will be done, Dark Lord," one of the Death Eaters spoke, there were at least 30 of them, they were the main members of the cause, with high positions throughout magical society, loyal to their lord's cause.

"You speak as if you were competent..." Voldemort mocked. "Have you discovered the identity of the opposing stranger selling potions?" The Dark Lord himself was interested in the mysterious man who was finding out who was inserting a large amount of potions into the market.