Harry Potter: New World

Chapter 366 - 366

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A problem requires a solution - this is obvious. There are many possible solutions, but each entails certain consequences. Revenge should be inconspicuous, but the situation should be public. Will the relatives of the injured attackers be inactive? Certainly not. So, we need to work ahead of the curve.

Once again, put on a complex of concealing charms and went through the dark night corridors away from the castle. I had no trouble getting past all the main places where I could see the teachers patrolling the castle, and then I made my way outside. Inhaling the cold air of late autumn, I straightened my coat, scarf and ran off to the border of Hogwarts anti-apparation charms.

Having gone a little deeper into the Forbidden Forest, I felt that it was possible to apparate, immediately moving to the house's threshold on Grimmauld Place. Without hesitating for a second, I went inside, simultaneously taking off my concealment charms, which slightly scared Kreacher, who was cleaning. The old house-elf almost jumped on the spot, holding a black and white feather duster in his hands.

"Dear Head..." he bowed, but seeing my haste, hurried to stand with his back to the wall, letting me down the corridor into the hall with Lady Walburga's portrait.

"Good night," I nodded in response to the surprised look.

"What a youth these days," complained the painted witch, lighting a cigarette in the mouthpiece. "Just give them a reason to skip Hogwarts."

"The matter is urgent."

"Listening carefully," Walburga spoke more seriously, blowing a couple of rings of drawn smoke.

"An incident has occurred. In short, in order to "teach a lesson," twelve Slytherins decided to scare the Greengrass daughters, and along the way - my friend. As a result, there was a riot, a split, an uprising in their ranks, and in order to discredit some families in the eyes of the Dark Lord, it was decided not to frighten but to implement threats of a sexual nature. It ended well for the girls and a hospital wing for the attackers."

"Something doesn't add up here," replied Walburga calmly.

"Well, as I know, the Dark Lord ordered to hold a conversation with the girls, and Malfoy decided to hold a frightening and threatening conversation. The rebels decided to embody the threats, and by potions and Oblivion to expose everything in such a light that Malfoy himself came up with and implemented the plan in this form."

"I understand. You don't have to tell me anymore. An ordinary and too rough adventure that could not end well. Perhaps it was not the most reasonable decision on the part of the former Lord Greengrass to conceal that long-ago incident, as well as its consequences. And how severe are the Slytherins' injuries?"

"Fractures, bruises, stuff like that," I waved my hand indefinitely in the air.

"Nothing serious."

"Hmm?"

Walburga looked at me thoughtfully.

"Sometimes I forget," she spoke, putting aside the mouthpiece and cigarette, "that you were not raised in the magical world. Various bruises and fractures, as well as many other easily recoverable injuries, are considered minor injuries. Destruction of organs or body parts that did not cause death and were not the result of curses or Dark Magic - medium. If it can't be healed, it's severe. In fact, even simple curses like Slugulus Eructo come close to medium severity because of the fact that it's a curse."

"But can they inflate an incredibly loud case out of the incident?"

"Of course! You can inflate the tragedy even from the little finger bruised on the corner of the bedside table. What are you going to do?"

"I want to be the first to present materials for the DMLE and the ministry in a favorable light for me."

"That's right. In this case, the main thing is to correctly place accents. Just talk to Delphine beforehand about whether publicity is permissible. Perhaps she will decide to strike herself, and it will be completely different. Her father had already done this, and apple doesn't fall far from the tree, as they say. They have always been a peaceful family, but it's worth poking them harder — then you won't collect bones. But in general, in order to arrange everything correctly, I recommend contacting one lawyer. For two and a half centuries, their family has successfully dealt with our problems, stumbling only over the imprisonment of Sirius in Azkaban. In those days, the Ministry generally spat on its own laws - just to imprison more of those who were considered to be involved in the Death Eaters."

"I see. Address?"

"Kreacher!"

The house-elf immediately appeared beside me, staring expectantly at Walburga's portrait and at me.

"Write down Mr. Guber's address."

The house-elf disappeared with a bow, only to reappear a dozen seconds later, holding an even piece of parchment in his hands, handing it to me.

"Well done, Kreacher. Thank you, Lady Walburga."

"You're not going to leave right now, are you? The rules of decorum require-"

"Rules require, and circumstances determine. We must not delay."

"Also true. But I would like you to leave a good impression of yourself at the first acquaintance."

"I'll leave a good reward - better than any impression."

"Debatable, but more than fair for some people. Kreacher. Give Max a thousand galleons," Lady Walburga had not yet finished speaking, and the house-elf disappeared.. "This is quite enough for a case of such complexity, plus a bonus for urgency and a night visit."