Lord Voldemort had already sent Abraxas and Lucius to the docks with a squad of elite Death Eaters, yet something had still gone wrong.
The moment the Dark Mark flickered and pulsed, Lord Voldemort knew trouble was afoot.
Disregarding the French Minister of Magic sitting across from him, he held up a hand with a solemn expression. "Forgive me, Minister, I must interrupt. A shipment of mine of the utmost importance has been intercepted, and I must attend to it immediately."
Chapter 16