Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 396, page 390: I even held you when you were little, just this tiny little thing.

Caro Manor

Two wizards wearing black hoods easily opened the front gate and silently slipped in. They moved with the ease of someone in their own home, passing directly through the first garden and heading straight for the manor house inside the estate.

Just as they were about to reach the gate, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, and the two immediately hid.

"Come out, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Uncle Amicus, Aunt Alectus."

The entire Carol Manor is enchanted (not by the Fidelity Charm), and apart from a very few individuals, only members of the Carol family by blood can find this manor throughout the entire wizarding world.

Seeing that their identities had been exposed, the two exchanged a glance and decided to stop pretending and simply took off their hoods.

There is only one person in this world who can call them uncle or aunt, and the identity of this person is obvious: their eldest brother's child—Richmond Caro.

Amicus and his sister exchanged a glance, then Amicus immediately put on the fake smile typical of Death Eaters and stepped forward to ingratiate himself: "My dear nephew, it's been over ten years and you've grown so much."

"I used to hold you when you were little. The last time I saw you, you were only this tiny."

He gestured a movement that was about the size of a baby.

Carlo looked at Amicus speechlessly. He knew that the other man cared nothing for his family except for his sister, but he didn't expect him to be this indifferent.

When this uncle left the Carlo family, he was already six or seven years old.

"Let's get straight to the point," Carlo said, not wanting to waste time with pleasantries. "You've been gone for over a decade. What brings you back today?"

Carlo showed no intention of inviting them into his room for a chat.

Amicus's expression wasn't very pleasant after being rebuked by the younger generation. He looked at Alecto with a questioning gaze, only to receive a big eye roll in return.

Alecto's personality is much more direct than Amycus's.

"Where is my dear brother? I think we should talk to him," Amicus asked again. After all, he had been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years. Whatever his personality was before, it had changed a lot.

"He went on vacation and should be on the other side of the ocean now."

Carlo spoke casually, as if recounting a trivial matter: his father had been sent away elsewhere long ago.

All for the sake of avoiding meeting his uncle and aunt.

"I'm in charge of the Carlo family now."

"You think you're in charge? I don't think so."

Amicus's smile vanished, replaced by a sinister look: "Alecto and I are also heirs to the Carlo family."

"Maybe it was true before, but it's not anymore."

Carlo looked at him calmly, and that pitying gaze made Amicus very uncomfortable.

"Brother, why are you talking to him so much?" Alexo couldn't hold back any longer. Her attitude was much fiercer than Amycus's. She grabbed Carlo by the collar, slammed him against a doorpost, and pointed her wand at Carlo's neck: "Hey, kid, we're coming back here to take back what belongs to us. Like the entire Carlo family."

She spoke while looking at the mansion behind Carlo, making no attempt to hide the greed in her eyes.

Everyone knows that the Death Eaters are short of money. Currently, most of the Death Eaters' operating expenses are provided by the Death Eaters led by Lucius. Lestrange thinks this is not good. If they want to overpower them and improve their status in Voldemort's eyes, they also need to have a source of funding.

Unfortunately, most of the Black family's assets were with Sirius Black. Bellatrix didn't get a penny, only Gringotts' treasury. The other Death Eaters were in similar situations. Except for a small amount of fixed assets, most of their businesses were taken away by the Ministry of Magic. Compared to Lucius, they were still far behind.

It is said that the Carroll family's assets have now surpassed those of the Malfoy family, and the Carroll siblings, who are eager to improve their status with Voldemort, have started to have wicked ideas.

And so, this scene unfolded before our eyes.

"If you dare to stop us, I will kill you in the most cruel way."

"I have a hundred ways to make you wish you were dead."

Carlo remained silent as the wand pointed at him.

Amicus assumed that Carlo was frightened by his sister's ferocity and felt a surge of disdain.

He was just a pampered young master raised in a pure-blooded family, and he had never experienced any great trials and tribulations.

So he once again played the good cop: "My dear sister, don't be so fierce, it wouldn't be good if you scared our nephew."

With a seemingly friendly smile, she said, "Don't worry, Beatrice, as long as you behave, we won't hurt you."

The tone and attitude were like that of a big bad wolf turning right to reveal a little white rabbit.

Unfortunately, his approach was far too simplistic for Carlo.

"First, as I've already said, there's nothing of yours here, and I don't want to repeat myself a third time."

"Secondly, my name is Richmond, not Beckymond."

"The third, and the last, disappeared from my sight as soon as I counted to three."

Even with a wand pressed against his neck, Carlo remained calm and composed, even uttering threats as if he were the one being threatened.

He truly hadn't expected that his own uncle would forget his name.

"You don't know what's good for you." Amicus's attitude turned fierce again.

The speed at which the faces changed so seamlessly was even more spectacular than Peking Opera.

There's no way around it; this is a side effect of staying in Azkaban for too long. Spending all day with those mindless Dementors will inevitably have some influence. Sensitivity, irritability, and mania are basic behaviors, and patience has been reduced to the minimum. Those who were originally shrewd have lost their shrewdness, and those who were not shrewd are even more like fools.

He gestured towards his sister with his lip: "Give him a taste of his own medicine."

"Hmph. I hope you'll still be saying that in a few minutes."

Upon hearing this, Alecto sneered and recited the incantation: "Crucible."

"Whoosh!"

A red spell, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, struck Alecto's wrist with perfect accuracy, sending her flying back several meters and causing her wand to slip from her grasp.

"Who?!"

Alecto immediately released Carlo, picked up his wand from the ground, clutched his injured wrist, and retreated to his brother's side, his face full of vigilance as he surveyed his surroundings.

Amycus also pulled out his wand and stood in front of his sister.

The next second, a look of astonishment appeared on their faces.

Two wizards who should absolutely not be here appeared before them.

"Frank Longbottom? Alice Longbottom!"

(End of this chapter)