"Talk to Lucius Malfoy? About what? Telling him to stop spreading rumors?" Midgard shook her head. "He'd never agree to that. He wouldn't even admit to it."
"He's a desperate madman, but at his core he's still the head of a pure-blood family. Even if he's willing to throw everything away for his son's revenge, the moment he sees a chance to preserve the Malfoy family, he'll cling to it like a lifeline."
Leonard narrowed his eyes. "There's a lot that can be gained here. It's worth us doing something."
Midgard thought for a long time, still unable to grasp what Leonard meant. Finally, she gave up and asked directly, "So what exactly are you planning to do?"
"I'll explain in detail later. For now, keep an eye on the Malfoy family. If you notice any unusual numbers of people going in or out, tell me immediately. When the time comes, we'll go meet Malfoy together."
Leonard paused thoughtfully. "I'd guess my visitor won't show up before spring. The only question is when Lucius Malfoy plans to act. When he does, we'll go straight to him."
"If we're going to talk to him… will you talk, or me?" Midgard asked.
"You, of course. If it were me…" Leonard smiled faintly. "My appearance might provoke Mr. Malfoy into making unnecessary, dangerous decisions."
If Leonard William never again appeared in Lucius Malfoy's line of sight, Malfoy wouldn't suspect anything.
But if Leonard appeared specifically because of this matter, suspicion would immediately follow.
No evidence needed—just Leonard's name appearing twice under sensitive circumstances would be enough. Leonard had no intention of taking that risk.
"Then what's the point of you going?" Midgard spread her hands. "If I'm doing the talking and you're hiding your face under a hood just standing beside me, what's the point?"
"I'm backing you up, obviously." Leonard rolled his eyes. "If you went alone, I'd worry Lucius Malfoy would trick you until you're completely lost."
"Hey! Am I that stupid?"
"Don't underestimate Lucius Malfoy. His skill with people is leagues above yours—after all, you barely manage a pack of werewolves without acting like a hands-off leader." Leonard warned. "Unless you suppress him with mystery or fear from the start."
"Then how do you plan to meet him? If you're really going to back me up and things escalate, your hands, your wand, your voice—they'll all expose you," Midgard pointed out.
Leonard fell silent for a moment before replying, "Maybe I can change my appearance."
"With Polyjuice Potion? Another form? Whose?" Midgard asked.
Polyjuice Potion could alter both appearance and voice. With a different wand prepared, it would be foolproof.
"My Charms professor—Professor Flitwick."
Leonard smiled, a sudden idea sparking in his eyes. "No wand needed. I have a plan."
...
Although Polyjuice Potion was notoriously difficult to brew, requiring three full months, nothing said the user had to brew it. Leonard simply had Midgard purchase finished batches.
As for Professor Flitwick's hair…
Flitwick was old, and losing hair was common. After Leonard visited him with questions a few times, he had collected enough stray hairs for more than ten uses.
Not long after preparations were complete, Midgard brought news.
A large group of pure-blood wizards had gathered at Malfoy Manor—including over thirty werewolf sorcerers.
"Are they all idiots?" Midgard snarled while reporting the news. "When have pure-blood families ever respected werewolf sorcerers? Even when the Dark Lord needed werewolves, he never once invited a single werewolf sorcerer to any meeting!
Back then, werewolves were like chamber pots—picked up when needed, tossed aside when not."
At that moment, Leonard and Midgard were in a werewolf estate on the outskirts of London. Midgard stood before him, her face full of indignation.
Her anger wasn't directed at Leonard, of course, but at those werewolf sorcerers who had foolishly snuck off to Malfoy Manor.
The estate was used for cultivating ingredients for Wolfsbane Potion. Far from Knockturn Alley, but conveniently close to Malfoy Manor—perfect for a temporary base.
"It's exactly this action that makes them think things are different this time—that after everything ends, they'll finally get the status they dream of," Leonard said casually.
It wasn't the weekend, but morning classes had ended, so Leonard skipped the rest and slipped out of Hogwarts with Midgard.
Here, Midgard had already prepared what Leonard needed—several bottles of portioned Polyjuice Potion.
Midgard sighed at Leonard's words. "Do they still not trust me?"
"Or maybe they're just blind. They betrayed you—no need to feel bad for them." Leonard glanced at the potions. "Why did you prepare so many?"
"Oh, Damocles said Polyjuice Potion has a time limit. Better to have extra," Midgard replied.
Leonard shot her a surprised look. "That cautious side of yours is starting to sound like me."
"A girl's gotta learn the good habits," Midgard shrugged.
Leonard dropped Professor Flitwick's hair into one of the bottles and shook it, watching the strands dissolve.
The potion turned into a pale blue with silver threads swirling within.
Everyone's Polyjuice Potion looked different, and tasted even more so.
Ravenclaw's Head of House produced a clear sea-blue potion laced with silver threads—perhaps the power of ancient magic.
Leonard studied it for a moment, then quietly put it away and pulled on his cloak.
Everything was ready. Time to go.
"Oh, Midgard," Leonard added, "remember—don't use my real name in front of Lucius Malfoy."
"Oh? Then what should I call you?" she asked curiously.
"Just call me… Ranrok."
Leonard hid his face beneath his hood, a faint smile curving his lips.
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