Chapter 377 - Coven Ⅳ (1/2)

While the rest of the vampires still conversed and danced, Ambrogio Sangria, the Pontifex Maximus of the coven made his way down a hidden stairway, behind a hidden doorway, which led to a hidden guest room, which connected to the outside. The elderly vampire took a key from his neck and carefully opened the door, which only he had access to from this side of the chateau.

Already waiting inside is a stern, hard-faced wizard. The wizard in question has a rough harsh voice as he says, ”You're rather early, Ambrogio. To what do I owe this unexpected honor?”

”It is nothing,” Ambrogio replied with a dismissive gesture, before sitting down across the table from the wizard.

Now seated, Ambrogio carefully studies the wizard, before a cold smirk appears on his face. ”It would appear, Minchum, that you will be losing the wizarding elections against the current Minister of Magic Jenkins, my early condolences.”

Harold Minchum, the current rival of the Minister of Magic for the position of the next Minister of Magic narrowed his eyes into dangerous squints at the elderly wizard. ”You would do well to remember, Ambrogio that a staked vampire in the sun always burns to death.”

Ambrogio lets out a low chuckle in reply as if having heard a rather comedic joke rather than a threat. Finished laughing, Ambrogio mockingly says, ”You need me, Minchum. Or else, where would you be now? Who else has carefully removed your enemies without notice nor being traced back to you?”

Minchum sneers, before saying, ”The poisoned bottle did not work, I need you to try again.”

”Impossible,” Ambrogio flatly declined. ”The one that was able to sneak in was lucky at that time, but since then, and we've checked, the Minister of Magic's office has become impenetrable. And I did vigorously warn you at that time that there would be no second chances.”

Minchum curls his hand into a fist, before relaxing and saying, ”Very well, what about attempting an attack outside of the Ministry?”

”The attack at the Malfoy Wedding further increased the security placed on the Minister of Magic at all times,” Ambrogio vehemently pointed out. ”There are no further opportunities for us to act.”

”Where there is a will there is a way,” Minchum ruthlessly countered.

”Indeed,” Ambrogio rasped. ”But we are vampires, and there are no second chances for us, and I will not jeopardize the coven for a mere flimsy chance that cannot be guaranteed to work.”

”Surely, there is someone who would be foolish to do so,” Minchum further prodded.

”If there is, they are nowhere near talented enough to do so,” Ambrogio retorted. ”It would do us, no good.”

”I refuse to resign myself,” Minchum hissed. ”She is an obstacle for us.”

”Us?' Ambrogio said with a frown. ”You must mean yourself, Minchum.”

Minchum blinks for a moment, before quickly covering his lapse. ”My apologies, it was a slip of the tongue.”

Ambrogio slowly nods his head and says, ”Well, if that is all, I shall now depart.”

”Wait,” Minchum said. ”Have you received an invitation from a wizard, who calls himself, the Dark Lord or Lord Voldemort?”

”We have, but we refused the envoy upon learning that the wizard had recruited werewolves,” Ambrogio said with a shudder. ”I will not have us working alongside with such vile, brutish creatures.”

”And what if they are no longer in his service, what then?” Minchum further pried.