Scotland, the lair of Voldemort.
The old house, abandoned for over a decade, had recently undergone a simple renovation to welcome back its master.
At this moment, in the dimly lit room, Voldemort sat in a dark velvet armchair, looking down at the Death Eaters gathered before the long table. His gaze fell upon one of them, and he asked in a hoarse whisper, "Yaxley, is there any news of our old friend?"
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