Corban Yaxley raised his wand to the deep cut on his arm and cast a healing spell. He didn't use healing spells often. His speciality were spells attacking the mind—memory charms, occlumency and imperio. Quite why Voldemort had picked him to journey to some secret chamber guarded by a giant three-headed snake was beyond Yaxley. That wasn't where his skills lay, though he did pride himself on being a talented duelist.
He looked at the now headless snake with distaste. It had surprised him from behind and managed to bite his arm badly before he had managed to fight him off. Then, he had found apparation was blocked here and it had bit him on the leg while he was distracted.
It was only thanks to a rapid severing charm, a conjunctivitis spell and a bludgeoning charm that he had managed to fight it off. He took a flask out of his cloak pocket and took a sip. Ogden's Old Fire Whiskey—matured for 200 years. He deserved this, he thought. In fact, he deserved an extra sip. So he took one and wiped his mouth.
He felt proud of his work. After fighting the snake off, he had used transfiguration to cause the ground to seal around its body, holding it in place, and then used an reducator curse on each of its heads to smash the skulls in. For good measure, he had then used a severing charm to remove the heads from its body.
He supposed Voldemort now needed a new guardian for his cave. But, then again, perhaps not, if Yaxley was meant to retrieve the item, he supposed the cave wouldn't be needed anymore.
He walked up to the crate at the end of the hallway and pressed his hand onto it. If anybody without a dark mark attempted this, they would die instantly. The chest opened with a creak, revealing inside the wand of Lord Voldemort.