The blood analysis was left to Snape.
As a Potions Master, he could analyze it with ease.
"Is that the end of those elves?" Snape poured out half a bottle of potion, then added Stephens's blood.
"One escaped, and that wasn't all of them," John said casually.
"That will be trouble," Snape said.
"Or they could be an asset."
At John's answer, Snape's hands paused.
He looked up at John and asked, "You intend to use those elves?"
"They come from another world," John said evenly. "I think the name Wild Hunt suits them nicely."
"But you're right," John admitted. "I do need them to do a few things."
"Things that will make magic's presence more justifiable."
"You're as calculating as ever," Snape drawled, a faint curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Power comes first." John rubbed his ring and said calmly, "The Muggles' attitude toward us has changed somewhat."
"The Wild Hunt's existence can make them realize how important magic is."
John wore an enigmatic smile. "We clean up the Muggles' mess every time. Perhaps they think they can manage on their own."
Snape said nothing, but he knew John well enough to know someone was about to suffer.
The last unfortunate target of the Wizard King's scheming had been the United States.
He wondered whether John would choose someone else this time.
The blood reacted in the potion. Standing across the table, his face lit by its glow, John murmured, "Let the Wild Hunt fly a little longer."
The sky was gloomy, as though something bad was about to happen.
Now a member of the Avengers, Wanda stood on the balcony with her arms folded, looking up at the sky.
Amid the crashing lightning, the silhouettes of riders seemed to flash past.
"Wanda." Steve knocked