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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Watching the fifty-year-old married man leave through the door with a reinvigorated and arrogant look, Verucca's lips couldn't help but curl into a mocking smile.
She hadn't expected her mission to go so smoothly this time. Robert Crouch was a simple and cowardly man, but that was precisely why she had chosen him as bait. Besides, he was the only one with access to the item she was ordered to tamper with.
"Did he agree, Verucca?"
Completely naked, she turned to the wall where there was a mirror. In the mirror, she found the reflection of a very handsome, dark-skinned man with deep brown eyes.
Even through the mirror, she could see the hidden lust in his gaze as he meticulously examined her body.
As always, men were simple.
Although Asterion seemed different in her eyes, she presumed the boy had not yet become a full-fledged man and had never slept with a woman. When he finally did become a man, he wouldn't look at her so coldly as before.
"My Lord." Without bothering to hide her nudity, she bowed elegantly, smiling with satisfaction upon seeing the lust in her superior's eyes.
"I have gained access to the Goblet of Fire."
The man in the mirror nodded, apparently very pleased with the successful completion of the mission. He himself hadn't expected the mission to go so smoothly, but it seemed he had overestimated the old men of the Hogwarts Council.
"You know what to do," he said before disappearing from the mirror.
Humming, Verucca walked over to a hanger, took a very thin, expensive red robe, and put it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she walked towards the bathroom.
She was going to clean herself and wash away all the disgusting traces that old man had left on her body.
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Asterion, unaware of the conspiracy creeping closer and of the many Lesser Noble Houses secretly rebelling due to their dissatisfaction with his rule, remained unperturbed.
It wasn't that he was unaware of the Noble Houses' discontent at being sidelined, but he didn't care. Even if ants banded together to kill an elephant, they would fail.
The reason was simple: the elephant would move when it felt threatened and would trample any ant in its path without caring or even noticing the ants it crushed.
At this moment, Asterion was outside with his friends under a tree. Daphne, as always, was by his side. Under the blanket they were all sitting on, there was a basket filled with various foods. They were obviously having a picnic.
"Lockhart is a joke. I heard the idiot released some magical creatures in the classroom, and those creatures even stole his wand," Theodore commented while eating a piece of toast, his voice tinged with amusement and disdain.
Even the usually quiet Blaise couldn't help but laugh at their friend's words. A light-hearted atmosphere hung in the air. However, Daphne's next words dampened the pleasant mood.
"Asterion, Grindelwald was seen on an island in Greece," Daphne said, catching everyone's attention.
"How did you find out about this?" Asterion asked, slightly surprised. He had estimated that the man would remain in hiding for a while longer before emerging to complete his plan. So, the revelation that he had been seen caught him off guard.
"One of our magical plant suppliers in Greece informed us," Daphne replied, handing over the letter that had arrived that morning.
Opening the letter, Asterion's eyes quickly scanned its contents.
It was as Daphne had said: Grindelwald had been seen on the island of Crete in Greece along with his acolytes. As for the reason for his visit, the letter did not specify.
Asterion narrowed his eyes. This letter was suspiciously credible at such a delicate time in the world. It was almost as if Grindelwald was intentionally shouting to the world where he was.
"Island, island, island," Asterion murmured to himself. Why Crete? It was a deserted island that survived on tourism; there was nothing interesting about the place.
"Huh?" Suddenly, he remembered something very important. Wasn't that body thief from Greece?
It would make sense for Grindelwald to visit Greece if he were meeting Herpo the Foul.
Imagining Herpo and Grindelwald together, plotting something sinister, made Asterion's eyebrows furrow deeply. Those two together meant trouble again. Herpo, in particular, was the most threatening in his opinion.
Someone who had lived for over two thousand years was not exactly simple. Asterion had seen that firsthand. Just the man's exquisite barrier techniques were dangerous, not to mention his accumulated knowledge.
Fiddling with his ring containing the Resurrection Stone, one of the three Deathly Hallows, Asterion fell silent in contemplation. Everyone around him remained quiet, not wanting to disturb his thoughts, seeing how focused he was.
But this silence was broken by Ophelia, who arrived with Ginny and Astoria.
"Who is Grindelwald?"
"Were you not paying attention in history class?" Astoria was at a loss for words at her friend's lack of knowledge and asked with a confused tone.
"I was asleep," Ophelia replied with a slightly embarrassed look. Classes were truly boring enough to make her fall asleep.
"Don't worry, everyone sleeps in that class," Tracey said with an amused smile, observing the three girls who had just arrived.
Watching his embarrassed cousin, Asterion, who had snapped out of his contemplative state, rolled his eyes.
"Grindelwald is a Dark Lord, a wizard society has classified as evil, not without reason. The man killed hundreds of thousands of Muggles and thousands of witches and wizards around the world. He was also the former lover of our dear Professor Dumbledore," Asterion calmly explained, swirling the purple liquid in a glass that Daphne had handed him.
Ophelia fell silent, stunned. Astoria was stunned too, as were everyone else, to be precise. They weren't surprised by the hundreds of thousands of deaths; they already knew about that. But Asterion's last piece of information was too shocking.
"Pff!" Tracey, who was drinking orange juice, spat it out while looking incredulously at Asterion.
"Holy shit!"
"Grindelwald and Dumbledore were what!?" She asked again, confirming if she had heard correctly as she wiped her mouth full of juice.
"They were indeed lovers," Asterion, indifferent to the shocking news he revealed, replied again with an air of nonchalance.
The news was so shocking to everyone that it felt like someone had cast a Full Body-Bind Curse on each of them.
Just imagining that Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore were lovers was so surreal that no one had ever imagined it.
"When Grindelwald came to England after being expelled from Durmstrang, he met a handsome young man named Albus, and they spent an entire summer locked in their room," Asterion said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
Tracey's mind was processing the information at lightning speed, weaving a plot of hatred, love, and betrayal almost instantly in her mind.
"This is plot for a book; I'll get rich if I write something like this," she murmured, looking at Asterion with increasingly bright eyes. She needed more information to complete her bestseller.
"This really surprises me," Blaise commented, still with a shocked look on his face. Just imagining such deadly enemies as lovers made anyone's mind reel.
Daphne nodded in agreement with Blaise's words; the news truly shocked everyone present.
"I advise not to spread this information; Dumbledore would not appreciate having his past discussed by others," Asterion warned everyone. He could even imagine Dumbledore wiping the minds of all the students who heard about his past relationship.
Everyone nodded and began to eat, enjoying the last moment before the Tournament officially began.
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