Time crept by, yet no one came to meet him. Lucius Malfoy, waiting patiently at the temporary base, felt his hands and feet turn icy cold.
He didn't even need to think hard to realize that something must have gone wrong; otherwise, the others would have regrouped with him long ago. Lucius found it unbearable to imagine the terrible punishment the Dark Lord would inflict upon him if he were to return to Britain just like this. He couldn't help but shiver, not daring to let his thoughts wander further.
He had to do something.
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