Even in the twentieth century, Richmond Park was not located in London's bustling city center. Few people usually went there, but it had many deer and was well suited for families to take their children there to interact with animals.
Saturday, June 19, 1802, was two days before the summer solstice. For a wealthy man like William Coke, it was a day off, and given his current predicament, he truly needed some fresh air.
However, Pomona remembered Operation Mincemeat during World War II. Through careful planning, the intelligence services had convinced the Germans that the body washed ashore in southern Spain belonged to a Royal Navy major named William Martin, who had been carrying important Allied intelligence.
There was one word, "hundred," between one million pounds and one hundred million pounds. It was hard to misread even from the shape of someone's mouth, but judging from that alone that Britain's current prime minister had accepted bribes in the Louisiana Purchase was as baseless as a witchcraft accusation.
William Coke was a stockbroker and a usurious lender. He surely had many enemies, and neither witchcraft accusations nor murder would result in confiscation of property as economic crimes did. If he were truly convicted, the next drama would be his relatives fighting over custody of his son. Until the boy came of age, his property would be controlled by whichever guardian raised him. God knew how much would be left by the time that little thing grew up.
James Potter had deposited quite a few gold coins in his Gringotts vault. Even if wizarding gold could not be used in the Muggle world, it could be exchanged through Goblins. If the Dursley family had been given money every month, would Harry's childhood have been better because of it?
Harry had never shown