“MyLord,theOrderofthePhoenixintendstomoveHarryPotterfromhiscurrent　　placeofsafetyonSaturdaynext,atnightfall.”　　Theinterestaroundthetablesharpenedpalpably:Somestiffened,othersfidgeted,　　allgazingatSnapeandVoldemort.　　“Saturday…atnightfall,”repeatedVoldemort.Hisredeyesfastenedupon　　Snape’sblackoneswithsuchintensitythatsomeofthewatcherslookedaway,apparently　　fearfulthattheythemselveswouldbescorchedbytherocityofthegaze.Snape,　　however,lookedcalmlybackintoVoldemort’sfaceand,afteramomentortwo,　　Voldemort’sliplessmouthcurvedintosomethinglikeasmile.　　“Good.Verygood.Andthisinformationcomes–“　　“–fromthesourcewediscussed,”saidSnape.　　“MyLord.”　　YaxleyhadleanedforwardtolookdownthelongtableatVoldemortandSnape.　　Allfacesturnedtohim.　　“MyLord,Ihavehearddifferently.”　　Yaxleywaited,butVoldemortdidnotspeak,sohewenton,“Dawlish,theAuror,　　letslipthatPotterwillnotbemoveduntilthethirtieth,thenightboretheboyturns　　seventeen.”　　Snapewassmiling.　　“Mysourcetoldmethatthereareplanstolayafalsetrail;thismustbeit.No　　doubtaConfundusCharmhasbeenplaceduponDawlish.Itwouldnotbethirsttime;　　heisknowntobesusceptible.”　　“Iassureyou,myLord,Dawlishseemedquitecertain,”saidYaxley.　　“IfhehasbeenConfunded,naturallyheiscertain,”saidSnape.“Iassureyou,　　Yaxley,theAurorOfficewillplaynofurtherpartintheprotectionofHarryPotter.The　　OrderbelievesthatwehaveinfiltratedtheMinistry.”　　“TheOrder’sgotonethingright,then,eh?”saidasquatmansittingashort　　distancromYaxley;hegaveawheezygigglethatwasechoedhereandtherealongthe　　table.　　Voldemortdidnotlaugh.Hisgazehadwanderedupwardtothebodyrevolving　　slowlyoverhead,andheseemedtobelostinthought.　　“MyLord,”Yaxleywenton,“DawlishbelievesanentirepartyofAurorswillbe　　usedtotransfertheboy–“　　Voldemortheldupalargewhitehand,andYaxleysubsidedatonce,watching　　resentfullyasVoldemortturnedbacktoSnape.　　“Wherearetheygoingtohidetheboynext?”　　“AtthehomeofoneoftheOrder,”saidSnape.“Theplace,accordingtothe　　source,hasbeengiveneveryprotectionthattheOrderandMinistrytogethercould　　provide.Ithinkthatthereislittlechanceoftakinghimonceheisthere,myLord,unless,　　ofcourse,theMinistryhasfallenborenextSaturday,whichmightgiveusthe　　opportunitytodiscoverandundoenoughoftheenchantmentstobreakthroughtherest.”　　“Well,Yaxley?”Voldemortcalleddownthetable,thirelightglintingstrangely　　inhisredeyes.“WilltheMinistryhavallenbynextSaturday?”　　Onceagain,allheadsturned.Yaxleysquaredhisshoulders.　　“MyLord,Ihavegoodnewsonthatscore.Ihave–withdifficulty,andaftergreat　　fort–succeededinplacinganImperCurseuponPThicknesse.”　　ManyofthosesittingaroundYaxleylookedimpressed;hisneighbor,Dolohov,a　　manwithalong,twistedface,clappedhimontheback.　　“Itisastart,”saidVoldemort.“ButThicknesseisonlyoneman.Scrimgeourmust　　besurroundedbyourpeopleboreIact.OnailedattemptontheMinister’slifewill　　setmebackalongway.”