Chapter 249: Brave Cassandra
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『Tom Riddle』: ???
『Tom Riddle』: You... you are a legend
Tom always thought Laos Wilkinson’s head was a little off.
He never showed any obvious interest in women. But the moment the Graves family came up, though, he went from zero to obsessed like he’d taken something.
And now Solen—an absolute knockout, all curves in exactly the right places, every inch of her radiating sensuality—and Laos had won her over in a single night? Madness.
『Laos Wilkinson』: Even if you’re my boss you can’t slander me! I’m innocent, I swear!
『Tom Riddle』:
I haven’t even started, and you’re already on the defensive—tsk, tsk. But fine, I’ll let that slide. So, you and that Frank... is all this because of his uncle?
『Laos Wilkinson』: No. I had it out with his uncle before I even started having problems with this kid. In first year I put a Confundus Charm near the girls’ bathroom. Frank walked in, got beaten up, almost got a school record for it.
『Tom Riddle』:
...So you and the Graves family are at odds, targeting them on purpose.
『Laos Wilkinson』: What can I say, it’s like Gryffindor and Slytherin. We’re just born not to get along. We’re from Germany, they’re from Spain. Back then our ancestors fought like lunatics, and it’s turned into a feud that keeps going.
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Laos Wilkinson』: It’s just... our branch of the family went into decline the last few generations, haven’t produced many talents. We’ve had to sit tight.
"I think you’re the one who’s talented," Tom murmured.
Laos might not be the strongest, but his mouth and his brain were both far sharper than the rigid-minded wizards Tom usually dealt with.
Or maybe... American wizards just operate differently?
North America looked like the most closed-off region, with laws still banning wizard-muggle marriage. But in reality American wizarding society was the most adaptable and free. Tina and the things Laos had mentioned proved that.
Laos explained the relationship among the three of them.
He, Frank and Solen had all been classmates. From schooldays on, he and Frank had been at each other’s throats, often brawling. Frank had an uncle who was a professor, though, and Laos usually came out on the losing end.
Back then, Solen had been as round as a roasted meatball. Her family was well-off, but no one really wanted to hang out with her. Still, she couldn’t stand watching Laos take Frank’s punches, so she stepped in to defend him a few times.
『Tom Riddle』: How did she change so much? She even became Frank’s fiancée.
『Tom Riddle』:
How many times did you sleep with her?
『Laos Wilkinson』: Boss, don’t be crude. I just want to repay a debt. She helped me a few times back then. Now it’s my turn to do something for her.
『Tom Riddle』: Is it her you want, or the boost that comes from being Graves’ fiancée?
『Laos Wilkinson』: Heh, both. The latter’s a buff, gives me more motivation. But still, she is hot.
『Tom Riddle』:
If you need a love potion, tell me. Or go to Snape, ask for potion No. 69
『Laos Wilkinson』: Potion No. 69? That’s a damn good name
『Tom Riddle』:
Now, business.
『Tom Riddle』: That Frank is odd. I tried to probe his memories with Legilimency and almost got caught. Not sure if he’s good at Occlumency or if he used something else.
Legilimency was one of those spells that didn’t care much about relative power. And Tom wasn’t an expert at Legilimency either, so his effort didn’t yield returns proportional to his investment.
If only he could draw a "Queenie-level" Legilimency talent in the gacha.
『Laos Wilkinson』: Got it, boss. I know Frank. He’s one of the Graves family’s favored wizards, stronger than me for sure, but he’s not as sharp as I am. Don’t worry, I’ll strip him bare.
...
While the two of them were scheming about how to metaphorically strip Frank, Frank himself was fuming.
The dormitory Hogwarts had assigned them was a wreck, everything that could be smashed had been smashed.
"That’s too far! That’s too far!"
"Dumbledore actually hired that idiot Laos? He just defended him earlier, as if he holds no regard for us!"
"Does he think Laos is better than me?"
"..." Solen had long since learned to be used to Frank’s rage, which was animal-like and constant.
At Ilvermorny, Frank was a popular professor: witty, charming, young and handsome, from a good family. Plenty of female students had written him love notes.
Just fa??ades, though. Solen knew the real Frank—petty, vindictive, convinced of his natural superiority. He looked down on everyone.
"Frank, don’t think your family’s power in America buys you influence with Dumbledore," Solen said. "He is Albus Dumbledore."
"Solen!" Frank snapped impatiently. "You’re my fiancée. Why are you sticking up for outsiders?"
"I’m only telling you to keep calm, not to make trouble."
Solen finished the last sip of her lemon tea, and because she was a little too "weary
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