Douglas nodded and looked at him.
"Sirius, you need to raise security on your end to the highest level.
Nothing must happen to the Marauders Power Company's core technical staff, especially the Twins.
Voldemort is a rabid dog with his teeth pulled out now. The first place he'll bite will be our weakest link."
"Don't worry."
Sirius's gaze sharpened.
"If anyone dares touch my people, I'll show them that the Marauders' vaults aren't just good for throwing money at people."
"Remus, how about you?" Douglas turned his gaze to the werewolf leader.
"It's been very successful."
A heartfelt smile appeared on Lupin's face.
"After Greyback was exposed to the public, and the first graduating class from Silvermane Academy helped with construction for the Triwizard Tournament, werewolf communities throughout Europe saw hope.
At least, all the tribal leaders operating openly have sent people to contact me. They've shown tremendous interest in Silvermane Academy's model."
"That's good news,"
Douglas said approvingly.
"We need that strength. A group of educated, disciplined werewolves with steady jobs will be our most dependable allies in the coming war."
"Your turn now, Old Dao."
Bill leaned back on the sofa, swirling his glass.
"What exactly happened in your fight with You-Know-Who? All we know is that you won, but the details... you definitely didn't tell Dumbledore the truth."
Douglas did not answer immediately. He took a cage from his pocket and enlarged it in an instant.
An astonishingly large snake lay coiled inside, motionless, as though asleep.
"Merlin's beard!"
Bill's eyes lit up instantly. He rushed over in a few quick strides, practically pressing his face against the cage.
"A snake this big! How much meat must there be?!"
He turned to Douglas and asked with a perfectly serious expression.
"Boots made from this snakeskin would look