The Umbridge Siblings

That night, the heavy snow from the day had stopped completely. Thick drifts covered the earth and the houses, and the full moon's light turned the world deathly pale.

The doors of the Mansion at Umbrella headquarters slowly opened to either side, and Allen walked in through the night with his three Auror guards. These Aurors were no strangers to Umbrella headquarters; as members of Umbrella's Red Department, they were also part of its armed forces.

Four-Eyes, who had been waiting in front of the Mansion early, leaned close to Allen and reported in a low voice, "Young Master, we've temporarily isolated and detained the person on basement level one."

"Let's see Umbridge first," Allen instructed. After going through a complicated and rigorous identity-verification security check, the group entered the Mansion and went straight down to the lowest level without stopping.

Compared to last time, the fat female Werewolf had lost a great deal of weight. The dense wolf fur that had covered her body had thinned in patches, exposing mottled, lumpy skin beneath.

"Good evening, Dolores." Allen lightly tapped the cage.

The Werewolf inside looked over at the sound. Her empty gaze swept over Allen, then she stiffly turned her head away, curled up in the corner, and stared dully at the pale light overhead. No matter how Four-Eyes called to her beside Allen, she did not move at all. Her face was numb, unchanged by Four-Eyes's constantly shifting tone.

"Forget it. Then let's get to business." Allen's eyes flickered. Standing before the cage, he deliberately instructed Four-Eyes in a tone Umbridge could also hear: "Bring over that Muggle we caught. Since Dolores isn't willing to acknowledge me, let's see if she's willing to acknowledge him."

"Yes, Young Master." Four-Eyes turned and walked out.

Allen sat in a chair,