The death eater woke up to acrid smell of brewing and could see a bunch of glass containers with bubbling watery liquid and a can of muggle gunpowder. The past few days had been a blur, the last of which he remembered entering Diagon Alley being followed by a Weasley from what he looked like. He could vaguely remember a pair of glowing eyes ripping through his occlumency shields and rummaging through his memories as if it were merely waste parchment. Those didn't belong to his master, his were glowing reds, these though resembled a form of purple. His master would be displeased, he had simple order to cause as much chaos as possible, however, he hadn't anticipated the shop owners to fight back, not all but two of them did. Weasley's twins, they almost caught him as he cursed one and they started retreat, however, he was apparently caught. No doubt it must be the Order, who else would stoop low enough to use muggle means. Dumbledore and his bunch of muggle loving blood traitors. The Dark Lord would certainly be doing a great service when he rids the wizarding world off Mudbloods and their kind.