"Exactly what I wanted to hear," Rodolphus smiled, "Loyal and pure. You're a perfect example of what this country needs. And if you're willing to help us, then I have some tasks I wish to set you."
He placed his glass on the table and leaned forward slightly, "We're weakened, Bletchley. We're running like dogs again. We need allies. We need to spread out roots into society once again. To tear apart its foundations! "I need you to seek out the like-minded. Or the weak-minded. Those we can use. Purebloods who have not yet betrayed us. Guide them, and bring them into the fold. The more allies we have, the further we reach, and the easier it will be to rise and crush our opposition."
Rigby appeared and quickly refilled his master's glass, savouring each moment he spent in the safety of the Patronus' company.