"...Once, you stole my goods and left with a loss for no reason. I didn’t hold it against you, nor did I co looking for you."
In the warm room, dim flas quietly burned in the fireplace. The man sitting behind the desk gently stroked the white cat in his arms, his tone calm, "Now, you’ve caused trouble outside and still brought it here, expecting to clean up your ss. Yet, even in such a situation, you still have no respect for . You don’t consider a friend, and you don’t even want to call ..."
The man’s voice paused, he lifted his gaze, looking at the boy who had just walked into the room, "...Who are you?"
The boy, casually closing the door, was suddenly pointed at by a bunch of magic wands, but his movents remained unperturbed. He gently placed the bronze doorknob he had pulled off onto the table—apparently, a spell had been cast on this door, and Alohomora didn’t work.
However, with the enhancent of ancient magic, it might cause physical damage—but it’s not their own door anyway.
Under the gaze of a group of people, he walked to Mundungus’s side and sat down... A very soft-looking high-backed chair ’grew’ from the ground, supporting the boy as he sat down.
He placed the suitcase at his feet, and the boy finally spoke, "Sorry, your door might be a bit broken."
"..."
Mundungus looked rather bewildered at the scene beside him. When he noticed that William hadn’t imdiately followed him in, he even felt a bit of despair because he knew very well that entering this room alone would definitely not end well for him—
For this reason, he had made ticulous plans.
The Mr. Toby Drake in front of him was a nesis to the bastard werewolf Greyback who had ’kidnapped’ him, though Greyback likely wasn’t even aware of this—
As for the reason for their enmity... Nobody knows how many people that ’mad dog’ has bitten, probably half the werewolves in Great Britain have a grudge against him.
So, if he could bring this old enemy to him, many old matters might be easily written off.
Of course, this wasn’t his original plan. He was genuinely intending to introduce a lone werewolf to the other party—but coincidentally, Drake’s circus had recently co to Ireland; as they say, wealth cos with risk...
It’s just that the situation doesn’t seem to be developing as he imagined?
"...You still haven’t answered my question."
Seated behind the desk, Toby Drake waved a hand, and the guards by the door obediently withdrew their wands, "Are you a friend of Mr. Franky?"
"Sort of."
William nodded, and he gestured as well. In the next mont, the white cat that was enjoying the petting and warm fireplace leapt to the ground without a mont of hesitation and quickly climbed onto William’s lap.
Toby Drake: "?"
Isn’t it?
"...Heh, it seems it likes you."
The man didn’t react too extrely, but his own cat had betrayed him, which was... well, damn, pretty frustrating.
"Such a white kitty?" William ignored him, instead busying himself, as he turned the purring white cat over, "And it’s a little girl cat, huh, just perfect..." The boy muttered about breeding or similarly unbroadcastable topics.
"?"
This... doesn’t seem right? I an, what exactly are you planning on doing?
Drake’s emotions fluctuated slightly, and William easily caught on. He looked up, "You illegally detained my friend, so I ca to check on the situation..." The boy straightened up, stroking the cat in his lap—
His whole deanor was just like Drake’s when he entered.
"Illegal detention?" Drake’s expression didn’t change much, but Mundungus next to him was feeling uneasy.
"...William, I an, we’ve already t, shouldn’t our friend be coming out too?" The man’s voice trembled slightly, and he gestured toward the suitcase by William’s hand.
Mundungus’s actions were not concealed, and seeing this, Drake was also quite interested as he turned his attention to William’s suitcase.
"Oh, you an... he’s feeling carsick and doesn’t want to co out yet." William glanced at the suitcase and then shrugged helplessly, "You know, I can’t completely control him—"
?
Was he even in a vehicle to get carsick?
Mundungus’s expression gradually turned dazed, then as if he realized sothing...
Crap.
He actually thought the person carrying the most dangerous werewolf in Great Britain around was just a normal little boy?
The behavior along the way, including the fact that William was almost entirely in the ’leadership’ position during discussions, and Mundungus even subconsciously wanted to answer his questions...
Mundungus wasn’t stupid, quite the opposite, being able to continue surviving in these gray industries despite offending many people shows his exceptional intellect.
But honestly, William’s innocent appearance lent great credibility to his words.
Could it be, Fenrir Greyback is this little wizard’s subordinate...
No, that’s damn ridiculous, he’d sooner believe the Dark Lord would return tomorrow, defeat Dumbledore along the way, and then destroy the Magic Realm...
"...Who’s in the suitcase?"
Toby Drake frowned, now genuinely intrigued.
"Fenrir, Fenrir Greyback, your old acquaintance, sir."
William nodded with a smile—originally, he didn’t know Mundungus’s plan at all, but now, the ideas swirling in that person’s mind were almost overflowing—there was no need to specifically use Legilincy; he was fully aware of the other’s plan.
Well, this is a perfect opportunity for an experint...
"...Who are you?" Drake’s breathing beca sowhat heavy.
"William Richard, you can call ... just call Godfather."
"?"
The next mont, several magic wands were pointed at the back of William’s head, as the offensive words had clearly angered quite a few people, and the tense atmosphere made almost everyone instinctively hold their breath.
At Drake’s signal, the man standing under the bookshelf reached for the suitcase by William’s hand, and the boy didn’t stop him. He simply fumbled in his pocket for a notebook, then took out a pen—
The Third Observation Notes of the Werewolf Reinforcent Armor, he wrote the title.
"...Open it."
Drake stepped back a few paces after standing up, staring at the ordinary suitcase for a mont before nodding.
The subordinate compliantly unlocked the suitcase, with his free right hand grasping his wand, the tip glowing with a scarlet spell—The suitcase opened, revealing a black hole. After waiting for a mont, the black suitcase remained motionless.
"Where’s the person..." The man in a suit instinctively stepped closer, his wand slightly drooping in his hand.
"Roar—"
Without warning, sharp claws extended from the suitcase—The man’s reaction was swift, "Confringo!" The spell that had been building at the tip of his wand shot out, but this powerful spell had no effect. The red light vanished upon striking the shadow.
"1. The Blasting Curse can be directly nullified; the symbolic ’Spell Stop’ magic pattern is impressive..."
William muttered as he wrote.
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