"Devil, you're a devil!"
In the villa's brightly lit living room, illuminated in every detail by the radiant crystal chandelier, a woman lay sprawled across a massive Zambian bloodwood sofa, screaming in despair.
Several people lying at her feet were servants she had employed for many years.
And now, they and her beloved dog had all been turned into corpses by the sudden intruder before her.
There was no blade, no pistol.
This ugly old woman with broad shoulders, a hunchback, and sharp teeth had merely fired several green flashes from the sinister bone cane in her hand, and then they had all fallen.
"God will surely punish a devil like you!"
The woman on the sofa wailed.
"Oh, God?"
The Hunchbacked Witch let out a hoarse laugh brimming with cruelty.
"God can't judge me, you pathetic piece of trash. If you want to keep your worthless little life, then obediently hand over everything valuable in this house!"
The woman on the bloodwood sofa slowly propped herself up on one arm. She gazed sorrowfully at the corpses on the floor, then turned to the hunchbacked woman, her gray-green eyes blazing with fury.
"How ridiculous. Does a devil from hell like you need money too? I have nothing to give you. Even if God can't judge you, the police will arrest you!"
"The police?"
The Hunchbacked Witch seemed greatly amused. She parted her lips, and her sharp teeth clicked together.
"You mean the Aurors among you Muggles. Oh, the Aurors can barely look after themselves right now. Dumbledore and Breen are more than enough to keep them busy!"
The hunchbacked woman spread her arms and narrowed her eyes, as though she were a prisoner freshly released from jail, savoring the air of freedom.
"It's wonderful. This is all a gift from