In a dimly lit tavern, three well-dressed yet patched-up men were discussing their next move.
"Those two peripheral members of your family have returned too, haven't they?" the leading man asked, tapping his fingers against the table.
"Yes. Although they seem no different from usual, something still feels off," another man replied.
The leading man pondered for a moment. "Then we have to consider the possibility of the Imperius Curse. Secretly get rid of those disciples."
After hesitating briefly, another man said, "Winster is your biological son, isn't he?"
The leading man sneered. "He's just an illegitimate son. He's as stupid as his mother. Just trick them into thinking they have a chance to fight for the inheritance, and they'll willingly work themselves to the bone for me."
If Horatio had been there, he would certainly have been shocked. When he read Winster's memories, he had thought Winster was risking his life to compete for the family inheritance. He had never expected him to be nothing more than a discarded pawn.
"Fine, we'll take care of them in secret," one of the men below said. "We've probably been exposed. What should we do now?"
The leading man did not answer. Instead, he turned to the other man. "Shafik, have the alchemists in your family still not deciphered it?"
The head of the Shafik Family shook his head. "No. The Yu-Gi-Oh cards and Duel Disk appear simple, but they actually involve extremely complex soul-editing techniques."
After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke. "Do we really have to offend an Alchemy Master like this? Wouldn't cooperation or a direct marriage alliance be better? Selwyn?"
The head of the Selwyn Family slammed his palm onto the table. "Do you think our pure-blood families rule the Wizarding World with the few people we