The Last Horcrux/Graveyard/Who was that fool?
“Who was that?” You say, kicking the corpse that is lying on the ground beside you.
“His name was Reggie,” says the female Death Eater that Reggie had called Neeva, “he wasn’t important.”
“Well my killing him is somewhat important,” you snap, “because this body is underage… oh don’t worry, the only spells they will detect are my protego and Occlumency charms. The Occlumency will have concealed all further scrutiny. But they will be here by the morning, or possibly earlier. Get rid of this,” you pause to spit on the body, “and be prepared to come up with a cover story for my magic use.”
“It was a thieves my lord,” Bellatrix says, “a band of them. You had to cast the charms to protect yourself, and we heard you calling to me for aid and turned up and scared them off.”
You contemplate that for a moment.
“Yes, that’s good enough. Decide on the story between yourselves. I will pretend I ran with fear and didn’t see anything.”
What do you do next?