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Chapter 126: Chapter 123 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (4)

"We meet again, Monsieur Black." Gabrielle approached where Asterion was sitting and spoke softly with her sweet and melodious voice.

She was wearing the same blue Beauxbatons dress and had light makeup on her face, making her even more beautiful at that moment. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled gracefully with a touch of shyness on her face.

The passion on her face was so obvious that it made Daphne's face darken in an instant. She couldn't believe that someone could be more shameless than the heiress of House Parkinson.

"Lady Gabrielle." Asterion greeted the teenager with a calm look, though he felt Daphne's arm gripping his extremely tightly.

"May I sit next to Monsieur Black, Madame?" Gabrielle ignored the deadly glares she was receiving from Daphne and asked sweetly and innocently to Dorea, who was sitting next to him.

Daphne looked at Dorea beside Asterion and warned her with her eyes that there would be consequences if she accepted.

The poor Dorea, finding herself caught in the fight, couldn't help but twist her lips abnormally. But before she could coldly refuse the French girl's proposal, a masculine voice saved her at the right moment.

"You can take my seat, Lady Delacour." Theodore spoke with an elegant and very handsome smile on his face, his expression clearly showing obvious passion. It was clear he had fallen for Gabrielle.

Blaise looked at his friend incredulously and, without thinking twice, distanced himself from his longtime friend. He could see the immense fury in the eyes of the Slytherin queen.

As for the betrayal? Sorry, survival comes first.

Dorea looked at Theodore with pity, knowing that the fool was practically dead given the fury she saw in Daphne's eyes.

"Thank you, Monsieur." Gabrielle smiled beautifully at the boy she was about to use and discard as an object to achieve her goals and thanked him softly.

Theodore just nodded repeatedly, feeling his cheeks burn at that beautiful smile. He felt he was seeing an adorable and pure angel.

"Is this what it feels like to fall in love?" Theodore murmured to himself with a silly smile on his face. He selectively ignored his best friend's warning looks; a boy in love was stupider than a door.

Sitting in Theodore's place, Gabrielle smiled gracefully at Daphne and leaned her elbows on the table. "What do you recommend to eat?"

"It's a bit cold, so a mushroom soup is quite suitable, Lady Delacour." Theodore suggested with barely concealed excitement on his face.

[Note: I was going to use "Licking Dog", but I remembered this is a Western fanfic. In my country, this type of man who does everything to get a woman is called "Gado." What is he called in your country?]

Gabrielle smiled at Theodore and ignored his suggestion, her beautiful crystal blue eyes fixed on Asterion.

Feeling Daphne's nails digging into his arm, Asterion showed a bitter expression. Wasn't he being obvious enough that he didn't want to talk to the girl?

"As Theodore said, soup is suitable for this cold evening, Lady Delacour." Asterion finally spoke to the girl, his voice uniform and calm. Anyone could see he didn't want to converse.

"Thank you, Monsieur Black." Gabrielle obviously noticed the subtle rejection in his words. Although she knew that if she insisted, she could cause some annoyance to Asterion, she still didn't want to give up trying to find some common ground. But seeing his gaze becoming increasingly distant, she opted to stay quiet for now.

Asterion sighed in relief when Gabrielle left him alone and focused on socializing at the Slytherin table. The teenager had incredible social skills; she was extroverted and fun, which made a great impression on the Slytherin members.

Looking at Daphne, whose eyes were fixed on Gabrielle, Asterion felt a headache coming like a hurricane.

The Great Hall seemed much more lively than it usually was. The Hogwarts students were full of curiosity about how classes worked in other countries.

And so it went until dinner ended, when everyone got up and went to their respective dormitories. Professor McGonagall took charge of leading the foreign students and professors to a separate wing where the visitors were accommodated.

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The Next Day.

In the library.

"That little bitch!!!!" Daphne gripped the book so hard that she crumpled the pages. She usually didn't swear, but when it came to Gabrielle Delacour, she found herself helpless against the girl with a quarter Veela blood.

The girl didn't hide her passion for Daphne's fiancé. A blind man could see that she liked Asterion. The worst part was seeing that little bitch gaining popularity in Slytherin, as if she wanted to take Daphne's place as the Slytherin Queen.

"Daph, the book." Seeing the poor book being crumpled in Daphne's hands, Tracey whispered to her friend. The librarian could be scary when it came to books, and she didn't want to see that librarian, who had once dated a Veela, become full of fury.

Breathing deeply to calm herself, Daphne released the book and placed it on the table. She brought her hand to her forehead, rubbing it while displaying a cold and intimidating look. It wasn't once or twice that she found herself thinking about punching Gabrielle's beautiful face; her sweet smile was especially irritating to her.

"Though I doubt Asterion could be seduced by that Marilyn Monroe wannabe, what do you plan to do?" Tracey asked curiously. She really didn't see how Gabrielle could seduce the cold and arrogant Asterion Black.

To her, Daphne's concern was unnecessary.

"You don't understand, Tracey. She challenged me, she wants what is mine." Daphne whispered, her eyes narrowing, a cold light reflecting in them.

Tracey rolled her eyes at her friend's words. To her, Daphne was defending something that didn't need defending, unlike her, who had to keep an eye on Blaise all the time to make sure he didn't fall for Fleur's charms and become a lapdog like all the other boys at Hogwarts right now.

"It doesn't matter at the moment. Tonight, the Tournament will officially start with the selection of our four representatives. Have you thought about who to vote for as Slytherin's representative?" Tracey changed the subject, seeing that her friend was about to start talking about Gabrielle again. Her voice carried a touch of excitement. Although she knew it was impossible for her to be selected to represent Slytherin, hope was the last thing to die in someone.

"I'll vote for Asterion." Daphne said, shrugging with an indifferent look.

"But he can't participate, he's a Special Grade wizard." Tracey said in a surprised tone.

"I know, but I'll still vote for him. I don't trust anyone else to bring the trophy to Hogwarts." Daphne stretched comfortably and spoke, her voice full of confidence in her fiancé. Tracey rolled her eyes at her friend's words and returned to reading the book in her hands with seriousness.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 124 - Conspiracy In Progress (1), Chapter 125 - Conspiracy In Progress (2), Chapter 126 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (1), Chapter 127 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (2), Chapter 128 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 129 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 130 - The Four Hogwarts Representatives (3), Chapter 131 - The First Trial (1), Chapter 132 - The First Trial (2), Chapter 133 - King's Game (1), Chapter 134 - King's Game (2), Chapter 135 - King's Game (3), Chapter 136 - King's Game (4), Chapter 137 - King's Game (5), Chapter 138 - King's Game (6), 139 - King's Game (7), 140 - King's Game (8), 141 - King's Game (9), 142 - King's Game (10), 143 - King's Game (11).


Chapter 127: Chapter 124 - Conspiracy In Progress (1)

In a Hogwarts room.

"Is everything ready, dear Robert?" Verucca Buckthorn-Snyde, Deputy Director of a supposed organization called R, asked the naked man in bed as she dressed in her underwear again.

She leaned over, displaying her nudity unabashedly while smiling with narrowed eyes forward. She could feel his greedy gaze, full of lust and hunger.

"Yes, everything is ready." Looking at the beautiful woman dressing in front of him, Robert Crouch, a member of the secondary line of the Crouch family and a Hogwarts Council member, licked his lips, remembering the previous night.

This woman had done more unconventional things in bed with him than his wife had in thirty-five years of marriage. Robert couldn't help but shiver at the pleasure he had experienced earlier.

Verucca, clad only in black lingerie, feeling the heated gaze upon her, smirked mischievously for a moment, but quickly returned to a sweet, gentle smile as she climbed onto the bed and sat on Robert's lap, facing him.

"You were so powerful last night, Robert," Verucca said, stroking Robert's chest with an obvious expression of admiration, biting her lip and looking sensually at him. Her nails gradually left marks on his chest, and unknowingly, a drop of blood trickled down his skin.

Seeing the drop of blood, Verucca's eyes narrowed and the smile on her lips widened.

It was a lie of hers, the man had arrived in mere five minutes, maybe less, she was not counting with so much boredom that she was feeling in that moment.

Robert did not care about this small injury and felt the pride in his chest could not be more contained at this time.

"But look what they did to you." Verucca spoke with veiled indignation in her voice. "That old Crouch did not even pass the patriarchal mantle to you even after his stupid son died."

With her words, Robert's originally smiling face grew dark.

"The noble and great House of Crouch reduced to a mere senator, not even becoming a Lord. What a great injustice." Verucca continued, making Robert's face darker and darker.

He gritted his teeth and remembered the look of contempt that Bartemius Crouch had given him when he asked to be his heir and future patriarch of the House of Crouch.

His words still echoing in his mind.

"Even if I die, be buried, and this mansion reduced to ashes, you will never be the patriarch of the House of Crouch, not you, a bastard of the secondary lineage who did not even inherit my house's innate technique. Get out and stay at Hogwarts as you always have, that's your only place where you can help my House, you filthy bastard." Bartemius's words still echoed in his mind over and over again, repeatedly, and each time they replayed, his expression became more fierce.

"That old bastard, that damn clock tower, and fuck Asterion Black." Robert almost growled when he thought of Bartemius. His hands holding Verucca's waist unconsciously tightened, but the woman showed no sign of pain, on the contrary, she smiled gently, like a virtuous wife.

Satisfied with his words, Verucca held Robert's face and looked at him with concern. "What is rightfully yours will be yours, dear Robert."

Kissing his lips gently, she spoke in a tempting tone. "Many share similar thoughts; the dissolution of the Ministry of Magic has caused much dissatisfaction for those who opposed change. Interests and profits were disrupted, causing significant damage to our beautiful country."

"And all for what? So that the Great Houses could remain in power, controlling this country as nothing more than puppets in the hands of the truly powerful. We must free our society from this tyranny hidden behind a false democracy." Verucca expressed everything she wanted to convey with each word, and each word made Robert's heart beat faster.

Though not very intelligent, he understood what Verucca meant by these words.

Coup d'état.

Even influenced by Verucca, Robert's neurons were still functioning correctly; the fear of death outweighed his desire for power in his mind.

"Albus Dumbledore and Asterion Black would kill us all if they found out; we cannot fight against the most powerful man in the world and one of the greatest geniuses ever to set foot in this country." Robert shook his head, denying this unreal proposal.

But Verucca's next words made his eyes widen.

"What if I told you we have a weapon capable of killing a Special Grade Wizard?" Verucca spoke enticingly, her voice like a demon tempting Robert to sin, and sin he did.

The insatiable desire for power, the longing to be the new patriarch of the House of Crouch, even the Muggle War Marshal, made Robert's mind a complete mix of conflicting emotions.

In the end, he surrendered to his own desires.

"What are we going to do?" Robert asked, looking at Verucca with an extremely excited look.

A smile bloomed on her lips, and although her eyes were kind, there was a profound sadism and madness hidden behind her gaze.

"Although the Clock Tower seems strong, right now it's like broken glass; the glue holding pieces together and preventing the vase from shattering completely are Albus Dumbledore and Asterion Black." Kissing his chest, Verucca looked at Robert with admiration and spoke as her hand moved down his flabby, fat abdomen, finally reaching his already hardened member. Though not nearly the largest she had ever slept with, it was decent; it served its purpose.

"We just need to remove them, and all of England will want to return to what it was before. Where you will be the Minister of Magic who will lead our society to heights never before seen." Moving her hand slowly up and down, she whispered her warm breath on his neck.

Robert's breathing quickened as he felt her movements, the image she described gradually painting itself in his mind, a smile appearing on his face.

He wanted this; he wanted to be Minister of Magic; he wanted to leave a legacy admired by all future generations.

Seeing the fifty-year-old man showing a happy smile like a small child, Verucca's lips curved into a smirk.

Men were so simple. That was the conclusion Verucca drew after manipulating countless men and sleeping with them. Just say what they wanted to hear and show a bit of charm, and they were like a pack of animals in heat, obeying her commands like mere domesticated dogs.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 125 - Conspiracy In Progress (2), Chapter 126 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (1), Chapter 127 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (2), Chapter 128 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 129 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 130 - The Four Hogwarts Representatives (3), Chapter 131 - The First Trial (1), Chapter 132 - The First Trial (2), Chapter 133 - King's Game (1), Chapter 134 - King's Game (2), Chapter 135 - King's Game (3), Chapter 136 - King's Game (4), Chapter 137 - King's Game (5), Chapter 138 - King's Game (6), 139 - King's Game (7), 140 - King's Game (8), 141 - King's Game (9), 142 - King's Game (10), 143 - King's Game (11).


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