London, the hall of a dilapidated house.
"You should get ready to act." Crabbe Sr. elegantly cut his steak and leisurely popped a piece of beef into his mouth.
He raised an eyebrow at his wife, who stood timidly beside him, and nodded in appreciation. "Tastes good."
His wife wiped away her tears and stood helplessly in the corner, clutching her plate.
Unlike the poor, helpless woman, Young Crabbe looked restless and agitated. He gripped his Wand tightly, panting, then finally looked up at Crabbe Sr. with all his might. "I need to know whether my dad is still alive!"
"Hmm~" Crabbe Sr. shrugged as his body began to twist and change. He grew slender, and beneath a head of short, tousled brown-black hair, a pair of black eyes gleamed with madness.
He slowly chewed the beef in his mouth, staring coldly at Young Crabbe.
"You want to know whether your dad is still alive?" He chuckled, then suddenly swept his arm across the table, knocking every plate to the floor.
Ceramic plates and glass wineglasses smashed against the floor with a shrill crash.
"I still want to know whether my brother is alive!" Rabastan Lestrange roared, his face contorting. "I even suspect my brother, Rodolphus, was killed by that bitch Bella!"
He panted and sneered. "Ha, that's a perfectly reasonable suspicion, isn't it? Everyone knew Bella was madly in love with the Dark Lord, while Rodolphus was madly in love with Bella's sister, Andromeda. But that damned rule about marrying the eldest son to the eldest daughter—fine! For the future of the Lestrange and Black families, my brother sacrificed his own happiness."
"Everything was fine, wasn't it? Everyone did their own thing!"
"My brother even thought he should accept reality. The Dark Lord was out of reach, after all,