The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 104 Father and Son Kill Each Other

Pollyanna naturally didn't understand why he was so smug.

She also couldn't understand why, after she and Edmund arrived in the main hall, walked through the crowd, and greeted the Somans, their faces suddenly turned paler than ghosts.

Pollyanna instinctively realized that she must have done something wrong, and her first thought was that the problem might lie with the oil lamp.

Pollyanna trembled at the murderous aura emanating from Mr. Soman's resentful gaze as it swept across her face before settling back into his son's arms.

"I never thought I'd have a 'close friend,' did I, Oscar?" Edmund said in a quirky tone. "You scared her. Don't be so rude."

"Edmund—!"

Elena shuddered; she dared not look directly at the oil lamp, but she could not allow her son to insult his father, so she stepped forward and stood between the father and son.

"Pollyanna—I'm sorry, we...we, the three of us, need to talk alone. I'll have the maid take you back to the side room, and Edmund will come find you later, okay?"

Pollyanna nodded haphazardly, her mind a jumble of thoughts, feeling as if she had been dragged into something bad after all. She turned and glared at Edmund, only to find him looking at her too. She made a gesture as if zipping up her mouth, then smiled ingratiatingly.

It seemed Edmund would indeed keep his promise and keep it a secret. Pollyanna felt a little relieved; even if she had offended a big shot like Mr. Soman, surely he wouldn't retaliate against a little wizard like her?

As long as she can stay at Hogwarts, and as long as she can learn magic diligently and become a powerful witch, then none of this will be a problem.

She'll be able to escape that house!

Pollyanna was taken away by the maid, which made her miss the rest of the excitement, but also saved her a lot of trouble.

Seeing that the outsiders had been taken away, old Mr. Soman took a deep breath, glared at the genie, and let out a resentful sound that vibrated in his chest:

"You're going to make a move, aren't you?"

Seeing that Edmund didn't reply, old Soman grabbed his shoulder and pulled at the patch of his school uniform:

"You're starting to choose your next host; you want to get rid of us, don't you?"

This time, Edmund couldn't help but laugh.

"Mom, look at him," Edmund said with a laugh. "He's clearly up to no good, but now he's spouting nonsense."

"I admit I brought out the oil lamp to annoy him—why did he have to invite Dumbledore today? Does he think I don't know what that means?"

"You're the one who wants to get rid of us. You want to send me to my death, don't you?"

Caught between the two, Elena felt dizzy and weak in the knees. She desperately wanted to pull the two away from the crowd and argue with them; but after only a few words from her son, she realized something was wrong.

Old Mr. Soman's heart was breaking as his wife stared at him with suspicion. He lowered his voice:

"Shut up—shut up, demon, don't call her that!" He grew angrier and angrier, almost losing control of his voice. Several wizards had already noticed something was wrong and were looking in their direction.

Old Mr. Soman couldn't care less about anything else; he casually tossed out a soundproofing spell and looked at Edmund as if he were an enemy:

"You—and all those British souvenirs you brought back!" Old Soman said vaguely. "What did you make them do? You devil, do you think I didn't know about your schemes and calculations?"

Aide Mongolia gave him a strange look and shook his head helplessly.

He knew all too well how to provoke old Mr. Soman. Edmund slipped a step behind his mother and shook off old Mr. Soman's hand.

"Mom, Father's always like that," Edmund said with a grin, as if he were still that child who wouldn't listen to adults. "Always suspicious, always trying to find an excuse to kick me out of this house."

His words don't even qualify as stirring up trouble. To be honest, how could they be considered stirring up trouble?

Elena couldn't stand hearing that, and Oscar couldn't bear Elena's disappointed expression.

This already not-so-young wizard seemed to age five years the moment he saw the despair and disappointment in his wife's eyes.

He was 18 years old; when he looked back at his son's face behind his wife, he was stung by the genie's smug smile and pulled out his wand, almost uttering the spell—but the green light only frightened the whispering wizards around him, who exclaimed in surprise, wondering why Mr. Soman would lose his composure on such an important occasion.

Fortunately, the butler intervened in time and stabilized the situation. The wizards, who did not want to offend old Mr. Soman, also pretended to look away as if they had never seen this scene.

However, this was also because old Soman ultimately didn't make a move. By the time Elena turned around and hugged Edmund, the pathetic old man had calmed down again. Old Soman ran back two steps, his forehead damp with sweat.

"You monster," he said, his voice trembling with pain and numbness. "You just want me to take action—you want to turn the tables this way, don't you?"

"As long as I don't attack you, I can't possibly die by accident. No one but myself can kill me."

The only exception is your protective spell; that thing will reflect my own magic power many times over, and I will die by "suicide."

Then you can get your ring and dagger back, right?

At this point, old Soman was inexplicably overcome with sorrow. He looked exceptionally sad, as if he had finally lost all hope.

To be honest, Edmund thought he was incredibly hypocritical, downright disgusting.

However, the old man is indeed always like this; he always appears so weak at crucial moments, and Edmund has become accustomed to it.

"You won't succeed."

Oscar Soman swallowed his bitterness and spoke with absolute certainty, as if delivering a verdict.

"You will not succeed—you demon, you cannot escape your fate no matter what!—Yes, Elena, I am indeed prepared to tell Dumbledore the truth, and it is undoubtedly the best choice!"

Elena was more surprised than Edmund, who had expected this possibility.

She thought—she thought her husband had finally let go and come to terms with it. She thought that the three of them could finally return to the close-knit days they once shared.

It turned out that she was the only one who longed for it.

Elena stood stiff as a statue, her expression so broken that Oscar could hardly bear to look at her.

So the mother's husband turned his head away, continuing to stare intently at the culprit behind everything:

"Even if you try to run now, it won't do you any good. I'll use the ring's power to summon you back, kid. Accept reality, you're finished!"

Edmund politely remained silent for a few seconds to make sure he had finished speaking.

"Why would I run away?" Edmund chuckled, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers idly. "Oscar, if you still believe that everything in this world can go your way, then you've truly wasted these past 60 years."

After Edmund finished speaking, he raised his chin, as if gesturing for Oscar to turn around.

The old wizard hesitated for a moment, and in that instant, Edmund abruptly stepped back and pulled Elena away.

Then, a loud incantation came from behind old Soman:

"Avada Kedavra—!"