Philip raised his eyebrows, sufficiently distracted from the jeering he had been planning on Edwin’s entrance by that notion. An interview with a Legilimens. Regrettably, Flip now understood something of Robin’s concern.
“Then it’s a pity the Chief Warlock is just as likely to congratulate our father on his parenting decisions as to throw him in Azkaban for it,” he said slowly, bitterly. He may not know Lestrange Senior well enough personally to predict much else about him, but Philip did know they may well be as good as two peas in a pod, Lestrange and their father, one shrivelled old Wizengamot stalwart to another. No, justice could not safely be counted upon there, not necessarily against power and loyalty – the Chief Warlock finding out what precisely they were victims of would probably do the siblings no good in the end.
“So the little Gringotts do, is it?” he queried, looking from one brother to the other with a frown.
“Then it’s a pity the Chief Warlock is just as likely to congratulate our father on his parenting decisions as to throw him in Azkaban for it,” he said slowly, bitterly. He may not know Lestrange Senior well enough personally to predict much else about him, but Philip did know they may well be as good as two peas in a pod, Lestrange and their father, one shrivelled old Wizengamot stalwart to another. No, justice could not safely be counted upon there, not necessarily against power and loyalty – the Chief Warlock finding out what precisely they were victims of would probably do the siblings no good in the end.
“So the little Gringotts do, is it?” he queried, looking from one brother to the other with a frown.
